You Saw a Pretty Thing and You Wanted to Break it
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Porcelain made
Fragile written on it
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You peered Into the windows
And you felt the warmth
Radiating from the hearth
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You sought comfort
In the man you thought you deserved
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As you felt around the doors and windows
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Checked the hinges
Checked the boards
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You saw a hidden crack beneath the floor
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You seeped your way in
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Not carefully
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Not quietly
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You seeped in flooding
You broke through the crack entirely
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You tried to warm your hands upon the open fire
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You burned yourself
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Fighting for the one thing that you desired
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You saw a pretty thing
And you wanted to destroy it
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You took that porcelain made home
And you dropped it
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