i sculpted around my body a ceramic exoskeleton
that instead of armor, turned into a crucible and
mistook me for cold metal. it burns me in its grasp yet
as i become acquainted with the rough clay surrounding
my body, nestled within, begins to feel softer
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upon modification:
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i smolder before i sublime
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HUMAN PSYCHE
Poetrybecause that which makes us human is that which we think makes us less human