Shattered Vases

Weird Poetry

On all of the wobbly tables

Near open windows on gusty windswept days

And on surfaces dangerously close

To the errant paws of asshole cats

Sit delicate vases of bone china

Ready to crack, craze, shatter and split

Wide open

At fucking whispers.

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❤👽

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*** There is so much fragility in humanity right now… and it isn’t exclusive. ***

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