The red vase is cracked infinitely,
Yet has not shattered to smithereens,
Suspended in time and space,
The crystal specks hang in there,
And the golden glow within seeps out.
The pain is its halo, Its crown!
My heart couldn’t digest you,
The pangs just fueled a fire,
A hunger that was never satiated,
Even When it was full of dull pain.
Unrequited faeces of my heart,
I finally had to excrete you.
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