Thorns of China, Sword of Bronze

Oh! My snowy girl we are china and bronze!

You! Oh you are china, brittle, cold, fragile and sharp and painful,

When you shatter you make me bleed, despite my bronze armour.

Your white splinters, your jagged shards slip under my metal,

dig into my flesh and draw lines of rose scented heart blood

My bronze armour, sword and shield, do nothing against your thorns of china,

your delicate, cold nature

your sharp and fractured soul.



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