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First Love (Free verse) by Mr Pig

You made me insular. Touched me deftly like a sculptress, leaving me as your masterpiece, To stare at the raging kiln. We had a beginning, You had an end, But I've been left unfinished, Austere stillness, amok in memories. I crack and crumble, In to terracotta vapors, lingering a glorious moment, then dissipating, like our love.

horus8 15-Aug-03/11:48 AM
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