Ceramic

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Ceramic

Once white painted curves upon each side
The destiny of all things to this cries
No words to give up or offer here
Yet each day onward the cracks leaking tears
A rose inked in, vividly furled
closed to the heart and close to the world
grounded in air with nothing for base
when falling to shatter why save face

Last updated: 2015-3-28

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