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Oct 2013
When we both are in our splintered state of mind
I will glue fragments of our minds into a
Ceramic vessel
Perfected by the patchwork,
We'll be a chaotic disarray of
Terra cotta and melancholic thoughts.
Something so whimsical,
Only we could fathom it's substance.
emma
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emma
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