I stand on your pedestal
Mocked
My porcelain soul
Broken pieces
I am that doll
You left to gather dust
But broken I am not
Though missing pieces
Never see me
As fragile
For new clay will burn
And make anew
And I will stand
On a pedestal of my own
Whole
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Between the dark and the light, sanity and madness…that’s where you’ll find me. Bring coffee.
