PorcelainA Poem by Mulligitawny
It's like I'm ill and every orifice of my body oozes,
Every porous piece of porcelain shedding, faltering into unmade purity. I see it laying there trying to pick itself up, Trying to find some chemical adhesive that will maybe make it stick. Trying, Trying, Trying. © 2013 MulligitawnyAuthor's Note
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