the porcelain
cup is
shattered
on the floor
beneath
your feet
we try to
put all the pieces
back
the cracks
are still there
like scars
i do not wish
to cover
them with
gold plaits
and
silver
coatings
let each crack
be a crack
upon itself
let each crack
mark a day upon
our souls
if we forget
we can never be free
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