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Apr 2017
I feel closest to him
in moments,
when he finally
allows me
to see
c r a c k

He told me once
that my sadness makes me selfish.
Well I think his lack of sadness
makes him so.

I imagine
how much closer
we could be.

Just him and I,
without his ******,
******* facade.

You *******,
Crumble into a hundred
tiny pieces.

Learn how
you can be more beautiful
for being broken.
Don't you think I'm beautiful?
I'm a mosaic,
a ******* art form.


I'll be nothing but gold
one day.
Kintsukuroi (β€œgolden mend”) is the Japanese art of mending broken pottery using lacquer resin laced with gold or silver.
Beau Grey
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