May 2020
I dreamt
I was soft
and could be changed
squeezed into molds
to be formed into
something else
something valued
something desired
something created
by the soft hands
of someone with
an imagination
I was soft
and could be changed
squeezed into molds
to be formed into
something else
something valued
something desired
something created
by the soft hands
of someone with
an imagination
(55/M/Harrisburg, PA)
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