.Sculptors Hands
At work spreads thin Clay over frames
Itâs just what he wanted flawless skin-deep deep eyes to look with
Mesmerize
In blank stare
He looks at his hands with hopeless fear as the clay crumbles down towards the earth
Bleed my thoughts on a picture thatâs.
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