one day, phantom-like, i crept into the shell of a terracotta warrior


i sculpted around my body a ceramic exoskeleton 

that instead of armor, turned into a crucible and

mistook me for cold metal. it burns me in its grasp yet

as i become acquainted with the rough clay surrounding

my body, nestled within, begins to feel softer

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upon modification:

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i smolder before i sublime

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