Porcelain Masquerade

If love was a pandemic, we'd all be dead.

Like a porcelain shard,

You pierced your way into my heart

And made me your own.

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I am china,

Stranded

In a Porcelain Masquerade.

Milky-white mirages, embellished

With midnight's contours,

Spinning, spinning, spinning around me.

I am an alien,

Lost

In the dancing of the twilight.

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Until my eyes meet yours.

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You are indifferent.

Milky-white.

Midnight contours.

A spinning porcelain doll on the ceramic tiles.

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But you have that shine to you,

That which lacquered your fine details

And unraveled a Ladder of Stars.

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That which enticed me,

Pulling us together

Like magnets; like the bird to the bee.

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Like the matching pieces of a porcelain cup.

You are china too.

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And you will be mine.

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Chink!

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You spun on your heels, to

Vanish into the throng of dancers.

The race had officially begun.

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Chink!

Tink!

Thunk!

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Where are you now?

You're a spinning mirage.

Milky-white confusion.

Midnight contours,

Spinning, spinning, SPINNING.

You're here one moment

And gone the next.

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I only had the Ladder of Stars

To guide me to your mask.

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Chink!

Tink!

Thunk!

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I've shattered a hundred masks;

Exposed a million

Porcelain faces,

But you are not behind any mask.

And not a single

Porcelain face

Bears the fine features you bear.

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CHINK!

TINK!

THUNK!

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The last mask is shattered.

The last face chipped and destroyed

Under the merciless whip

Of the Ladder of Stars.

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And there you are,

At the centre of the ceramic tiles.

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And I smile,

And said:

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"I've been looking all over for you."

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And you smiled tenderly

And uttered the words

To pierce your way into my heart,

And make me yours.

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"How are you so sure?"

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And you ripped off your mask,

To disperse

Atop the ceramic tiles

Of the Porcelain Masquerade.

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The Kiku I needed

Had shattered

A long time ago

Under the merciless whip of the Ladder of Stars.

Socialites and fellow reality vagabonds alike, this is exactly what happens when a fan fiction writer has too much time to spend doing nothing in a school athletics' carnival.

-Plumeria-hi