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Little china baby cracks in my grasp. Eyes bulge as her beauty brakes off into little pieces falling softer than rain. Sweetly striking the floor, they brake off into more               broken                           little                                 pieces.   But still she stares in soft defiance. Her harmlessness cuts right through me. It curdles as I swallow it. It swells in my stomach until all I can do is throw her down and watch her smash. But now she’s a thousand times more: An army of broken beauty that I can’t seem to bare to see. So I gather every single last bit of her. She cuts my hands as I pick her up. I lay her out on the table and try and make her whole again. But of course I fail, I always do. I guess I was never enough to hold her close without breaking us both.
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Jan 7, 2016
Jan 7, 2016 at 5:01 PM UTC
A Sexist's Song Pt.2
Little china baby cracks in my grasp. Eyes bulge as her beauty brakes off into little pieces falling softer than rain. Sweetly striking the floor, they brake off into more               broken                           little                                 pieces.   But still she stares in soft defiance. Her harmlessness cuts right through me. It curdles as I swallow it. It swells in my stomach until all I can do is throw her down and watch her smash. But now she’s a thousand times more: An army of broken beauty that I can’t seem to bare to see. So I gather every single last bit of her. She cuts my hands as I pick her up. I lay her out on the table and try and make her whole again. But of course I fail, I always do. I guess I was never enough to hold her close without breaking us both.
c-j-baxter
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Jan 7, 2016
Jan 7, 2016 at 5:01 PM UTC
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