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Glass beads

Litter the floor.

The only tangible evidence

Of a conversation

Gone bad.

If you look down

Upon entering the room

Your eyes might catch a glimpse of them.

 You might step on them

Unexpectedly.

Most likely,

I imagine,

You will just pick them up and feel

Their smoothness on your skin

As you marvel at their

Brilliance,

The way others always have.