A Vase and a Flower
I am a vase,
Tempered yet fragile.
You are a flower,
Beautiful yet frail.
I do not know my purpose
Not until I met you.
I am here to hold you,
Nourish you, protect you.
I am your shield, your refuge.
But all flowers die,
And all vases break.
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