You are like my favorite china
But covered with dust
But still my favorite!
You are like my favorite china
Glossy, with thousands cracks
Beautifully designed
Smooth surface
Intimidates my temptation
Shines under the moonlight
Bright under the sun
Calling my hands to touch
But you are one fragile porcelain
That I cannot touch
You've broken
I know you have
Holding the pieces
That I cannot touch
Pieces so sharp
That it bleeds me from far
My favorite china
I can only see you from far
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