A Masterpiece

In the greenness of my shape, behold, He embraced my form and began to mold, Firmly kneeding, hands controlled,... Excessiveness he did withold. And then there came a bend, a crease. No matter because, in time, it ceased. What's this? Now a cut that could not be fleeced, If he was to make me a... Continue Reading →

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