poetry

NaPoWriMo #8

Find me a fool who dreams of Love
A soul who needs something to annihilate – something to believe in
Find me one who has been torn open and betrayed
in simple, subtle, painful ways
And in secret you shall see a creature so beautiful that it can mend itself with gold
With nectar from the gods
With porcelain that will never shatter
Like a pearl so radiant that 100,000 men would kill each other for a glimpse
If we only knew how special we truly are inside.

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