Perfectly Flawed Paper thinpale porcelain skinaching bones upon the wake. Sullen dawna hole in the cloudsand I’m thinking I might break. Dark sky burstsrain pelting, meltingglacial heart that never thawed. Fragile soulbleeding wounds that healedand I am perfectly flawed. Colleen Keller Breuning © 2022 July 30, 2022
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