Dirt and mud wring away your tears,
dirt and mud soften those years.
Create masterpieces with a press,
yet a tap destroys no less.
Wail your dark sorrows away,
or until your demons are led astray.
For your fingers are made of mud,
which pulses with pure blood.
Pave a way of life with those fingers,
those beautiful dirt and mud fingers.
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Little Things in Life
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