Love is mud
Though it starts unbaked
Soft
Through the burning of the sun
The passing of the days
It hardens and forms a structure that stands
The test of time
Handled with patience and care
Even the ***** and unformed
Can become something beautiful
Jul 25, 2020
Jul 25, 2020 at 4:40 PM UTC
Love is mud
Though it starts unbaked
Soft
Through the burning of the sun
The passing of the days
It hardens and forms a structure that stands
The test of time
Handled with patience and care
Even the ***** and unformed
Can become something beautiful
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