porcelain.

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so wounded,
my bleeding hands are trembling.
and as you walk through a thousand dreams of mine,
you can see that I wreck all of this porcelain only to avoid giving my own thoughts
the capacity to hurt me.
I know that you've forgiven me
and I am so glad you did,
but I was expecting heaven and all I could see was ghostly white.

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