| Millefiori
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| When I started walking through walls | 1 |
I thought I would shatter. From a | 2 |
flow of solid glass I would become | 3 |
a thousand sharp flowers. | 4 |
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But I would only lose | 5 |
one acrylic nail or my hair | 6 |
would be a shade darker, lipstick | 7 |
a shade lighter. | 8 |
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When I started walking through walls | 9 |
I thought I was special and the bruise | 10 |
on my forehead was worth it. A kiss | 11 |
lies there and blooms invisible. | 12 |
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7 Jun 03 |
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ooh
I feel the need for more
— Ananke
i don't understand the title, but everything else is great.
— username
Millefiori glass is made by first heating a bundle of thin glass rods of varying colours until the rods fuse together. The bundle is pulled thin, cooled, anbd sliced to produce small disks with flowerlike designs. These disks are then applied to hot blown glass ware which is then reheated and blown for a further time. This produces spectacular coloured glassware.
The technique was developed by the Romans and dates to the 1st century BC. Millefiori is Italian for thousand flowers. The technique is used to make paperweights and marbles.
— unknown
I like the first verse and the last, but not the middle. Something about it sits wrong. I think it's the acrylic nail or the lipstick, or that you made the hair darker and lipstick lighter as opposed to the other way around (not that changing that would probably make a difference in my feeling of it, but it might. Images, you know).
I particularly like that last line; it does leave a "wanting" for more, as Ananke said.
— semaj
one hell of way to start of the poem
— unknown
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