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when the spinning clay shoots up between my hands I squeeze her neck  up today to a svelte long distance Egret like Swan elegance decorate her with fine fine feathers filigree moist living clay and grasp her all between my human hands tenderly I lost the connection the feel the fire but put her in the kiln anyways hoping to rekindle her memory that is after all art
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Dec 15, 2016
Dec 15, 2016 at 9:30 PM UTC
so don't expect me to fire the same pottery
when the spinning clay shoots up between my hands I squeeze her neck  up today to a svelte long distance Egret like Swan elegance decorate her with fine fine feathers filigree moist living clay and grasp her all between my human hands tenderly I lost the connection the feel the fire but put her in the kiln anyways hoping to rekindle her memory that is after all art
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Dec 15, 2016
Dec 15, 2016 at 9:30 PM UTC
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