Broken Cups

Broken cups remind me of broken souls,
a little edgy,
fragile to touch.
Hold it hard,
you will cut yourself.
I don’t intend to put the pieces back together,
augmenting the perfection that you don’t need.
Instead I will wax the edges and put in some flowers.
You will be a constant reminder,
Broken cups and broken souls are beautiful too.

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