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  • Other Poetry Re: spinning spinning pot

    Spin spin the potters hand subtle flesh been moulded, when paint of olive licks upon me white surfaces turn golden. Full of wine I wait at table, humans sip me ...

    Apr 24, 2011


The only person I know for certain I am better than is the person I used to be.
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