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Aug 2022
Hey Mr Potter, it's your son Mr Artist.
Moulding structures of a liquids fill.
Your son moulds words into a tears spill.
From the clay of what story we've shaped of the day.
You and I are the same.
Odd Odyssey Poet
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Odd Odyssey Poet  25/M/Zimbabwe
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