Porcelain
Under this porcelain skin
lies everything you'll never see.
Behind these eyes is every secret
I will never spill.
See thru, see thru,
here's my blood pumping again
through my paper thin skin.
My wings are crumpled kites
I fall from the sky,
heartbroken.
I bruise easily,
under this porcelain skin.
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