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cold stone faces shaped through the ages into conformity
will a soft clay body amongst terracotta retain identity

icy veils and empty conversation
smoldering hearts smothered by expectations

waiting away for another's white hot intensity
to melt these hardened shells and let our molten hearts flow free
yet we hide that light away for none to see

https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/comments/87dddi/cosmic_kisses/dwe3t91/
https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/comments/87iskb/lemon_tart/dwe4pw4/

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