Nov 10, 2005 15:55
I was the sculptor and you were just clay
you savagely stretched me
I could not snap back in to place
so I dabbled in the arts
and found that I loved the feeling of paint
and of pain
stoking the canvas
and pounding the bristles
and mixing the color
and carving my name
into the frame..
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