Don't you dare
Call yourself my potter
When it was your hands
Feet
Words
Presence in my life
That caused the fractures in my being that
I
Had to fill with gold.
Aug 16, 2018
Aug 16, 2018 at 8:45 PM UTC
Don't you dare
Call yourself my potter
When it was your hands
Feet
Words
Presence in my life
That caused the fractures in my being that
I
Had to fill with gold.
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