a face like porcelain
and hummingbird fingers,
woven gold hair
and lashes like butterfly wingsit's too bad the first time i saw you
was in a casket,
with two red slashes
on each frail wrist
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broken bones
Poetrybecause, i think, we're all just a little broken. poetry #44 - 03/21/16 gorgeous cover by @mountainy
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a face like porcelain
and hummingbird fingers,
woven gold hair
and lashes like butterfly wingsit's too bad the first time i saw you
was in a casket,
with two red slashes
on each frail wrist