Under my protection
sometimes I wonder
who is that little porcelain doll
dwelling in the chambers of my heart
fragile beyond appearances
potentially crushed by a word said
or another held back
and yet at other times
i wonder if she has withered away
since my heart feels cold and empty
AP: 1st place 2025
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