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His reflection on a broken vase
Pieces of shadow haunt the face
To me so truly, perfect art
A broken vase inside my heart
Never perfect, never whole
Shattered pieces of a soul
Still the warmth will always be
Warmer than the sun for me
Question lies like trodden grass
Perfect like my broken vase
Tomorrow like the day before
Broken vase and loving whore
Thoughts of spring, breaking free
But winter will not let us be
Pieces lost, isn’t found
Lovers are forever bound
But do I even long for spring
knowing what the darkness bring?
Vases filled with hidden shades
Blessed in light, the beauty fades
Though still broken, and obscure
Eyes of passion, still his whore
Insane perversity deep within
Perfect art, is perfect sin
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Submission Name: Perfekt Art
