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Grind my cheeks to shine ,
porcelain , which gave my mother .
and perhaps not give too sharply .
otshlefuy on the edges of their hands
his . I do not need others .
It tears my heart to pieces ,
as once broke a vase mom .
that there was no pain and poignantly ,
tear to pieces all at once .
only gently , with love .
Melt my soul to the puddles ,
like ice cream , which lies on the window ,
and then frozen in winter frost ,
suddenly stood up to her knees in front of me .
there and ask for my hand ,
that more
we were
Close .