Oh dear. Oh dear
I’m unraveling again.
There I go- losing what little grip I had
I’m clay swiveling around the potter’s wheel
No hands are holding me. Moulding me.
Oh dear. Oh dear.
I worked so hard to become more malleable.
Oh what a shame.
That’s what they’ll say.
I could be a vase but instead I’m just
Clay.
(c) Slumpless
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