I am Shapeless,
a lump of doh. Clay.
Willing participant to your passion.
Your hands,
beautifully created,
creating imaginatively
deceptively,
ME.
New,
Exquisitely lovely,
Untried,
Inexperienced,
but waiting to be filled with knowledge.
Unkowingly made to pleasure through enduring pain.
The sweet pain of unfulfillment.
Slave to the passion of creation,
Yet never creating.
Written 12/4/2003
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