Photo by Marianna Smiley on Unsplash
Inspired by Kayleigh Fraser's kintsurkoroi of us
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He told me he didn't deserve me;
he was just broken pottery.
I mended him together
and painted his scars gold
The holes in his heart,
I patched with mine.
Then he left
and broke
me.
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Alexandria Stanwyck
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Comments (3)
They always do that, don't they. Loved your Nonet!
So sad. 😢
patched his heart with mine, what a great visual