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Sep 2018
Pick me up; stain my soul
With gold and lacquer
Make me whole

Skillful hands gently piece
Me back together
So the pain might cease

Accentuate my fatal flaws
With golden Ichor
Expose my cause

That I might at last be renewed
And despite my faults
Perfection exude
Hadrian Veska
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Hadrian Veska
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