Porcelina’s heart shatters –
Fragments blow over the
The one who was to keep it safe,
Tossed it gently to the wind.
All saw her as strong as steel,
And as shiny and unbreakable as a diamond –
But he named her Porcelina.
The only one who really knew
Why red was her favourite hue,
Or why she didn’t sleep,
Or liked to cry,
Still daft and prettiful,
To him she could not lie.
Always and forever – Two halves of a pie.
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