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Olivia A Keaton
Poems
Sep 2016
Poetry and Pottery
He molded me in his hands, rough and scary
Just the way he wanted me to be
He sat for hours at the pottery wheel
What he didn't see was the real me and how I truely feel
He doesn't care about my perfect imperfections
If I'm not the way he wants me, he sees me as infectious
He molds and molds while I blankly stare
I should leave and my feelings I would spare
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the sensation makes me not care
It's kind of bad but you know it's just what i came up with.
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Olivia A Keaton
16/F/West Virginia
(16/F/West Virginia)
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