Pottery
She waited as her brain burnt her body to a crisp.
Shaking as time passed, she just won’t relax.
Her heart is in the hands of one’s fist.
He ran far away, until one fateful day
He couldn’t keep living without her.
?They pushed and they shoved,
but never fell out of love.
I suppose no more needing to chase her.
Now the two never part,
just like at the start.
Conjoined and molded together.
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