I am very similar
To my porcelain skin,
Smooth on the surface
Yet hollow within.
If you look closely
You can trace my tracks,
Of this worn exterior
That has started to crack.
I’m strong & sturdy
Yet a fragile little thing,
My strength is carried
On my broken wings.
Just one last drop
I will fail to exist,
As history will scatter
Into a porcelain mist.
K
So poignantly beautiful. 😘
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Thank you lovely x
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Love love love love this
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This is a good one.
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Milady, you under estimate yourself!
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Ahh thank you xx
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Porcelain forged in hot furnaces – strong, delicate and beautiful.
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My porcelain queen i will serve you in life and death till love set us apart
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A porcelain piece only becomes
More valuable over time as it endures the passage of time and the adoration of many admirers, the cracks and lines only add to its value, making it a priceless
Piece of beauty inside and out
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Aww that is such a nice way to put it, thank you xx
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i love the sing-songy juxtaposition against the topic. Well done.
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