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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.
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