Broken Clay Pots
The only heart I had
Now breaks
As hardened clay pots
You’re frail and fragile
Bones
Protected by slipping
Skin
I shall be at my end
My nighttime closing in
The heart I have left
Blows away a sand
Left decrepit by
The only ache
I feel
The slipping of fair
Skin
Yellowed now deep
Within
Your blood runs in my arms
Breath, don’t go
I’ll never forget
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