Roughed and molded
like the sculptures my
hands shaped in ceramics
I should have fortold it
in the eyes of older ones
But ********* I didn't
know seeing was a curse.
May 7, 2013
May 7, 2013 at 1:33 AM UTC
Roughed and molded
like the sculptures my
hands shaped in ceramics
I should have fortold it
in the eyes of older ones
But ********* I didn't
know seeing was a curse.
© Daniel Magner 2013
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