I have never really
been ornamental.
been ornamental.
sure, porcelain.
shiny pennies.
dewy sunlight,
jingling between your
fingers. but what
purpose is this
tenderness, this
sharpened wit,
this mischievous
insight, eyes that peer
through you to
your hidden core.
sure it’s beautiful, but
when will it be useful
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