Made with love, whatever that is
Here’s a porcelain doll
For you to break with your kisses
Warm but cold and no qualms
Honey charred your eyes turn to
The pieces of her scarlet
Ripe and crushed, beyond undo
The heart shaped throbbing garnet
“It’s just China” blushing you say
“Fashioned for final crash
Mindless, thoughtless, too much to pay
One could not be too rash”
Her Gaze of glass, your spine of steel
Spirits of smoke in both
Shapeless, weightless, none can feel
brittle shells of broken oaths
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