Thinking and Swearing.

Tuesday, February 23, 2010

Clay

I am clay.
Hard clay.
I am
leaning
clay.
I am clay,
leaning
away.
You dug
a whole.
I am clay.

I am

unfilled,
hard, leaning
clay.
Posted by Asymmetricist at 9:46 PM
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