i was clay that turned soft in your hands
you were the creator that taught me to stand
you sculpted my mind
ran fingers down my spine
you created something when i was nothing
and when you leave for something new
i will stand here waiting for you
because i am just a little clay girl
who has your signature in her skull
"he; the creator"
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ken
PoetryI completed I ken /k e n/ n. 1. one's range of knowledge or sight. ❝you're a ghost boy completely translucent your bones, your flesh they've all completely faded into the death of a story a tragic story titled love ❞ ➸ a collection of handwritt...
