guory
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Joined: November 2021 Last seen: 2 years ago

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On being human And wolly goes the spinning string Like mud on tray, the melting clay Those molding hands, of heavens blessed Press their fingers on a beating heart A funny vein that slips away As blood and dirt like playing dough Takes shapes of thoughts... – *by Guory*	11 Views added 2 years ago	Rating

And wolly goes the spinning string
Like mud on tray, the melting clay
Those molding hands, of heavens blessed
Press their fingers on a beating heart

A funny vein that slips away
As blood and dirt like playing dough
Takes shapes of thoughts...

– by Guory

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