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i was clay that turned soft in your hands you were the creator that taught me to stand you sculpted my mind ran ringers down my spine you created something when i was nothing and when you leave for something new i will stand here waiting for you because i am just a little clay girl who has your signature in her skull
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Jun 14, 2019
Jun 14, 2019 at 12:57 PM UTC
he; the creator
i was clay that turned soft in your hands you were the creator that taught me to stand you sculpted my mind ran ringers down my spine you created something when i was nothing and when you leave for something new i will stand here waiting for you because i am just a little clay girl who has your signature in her skull
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Jun 14, 2019
Jun 14, 2019 at 12:57 PM UTC
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