I am of ornate structure
Crafted and molded by perfect hands
Deft creativity shapes the wood
Binds me to this form so pure
I am cast out to an infinite sea
A lure of unknown origin
What should be drawn to me?
Never will I know
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RandomA mess of stuff that won't fit elsewhere. Some are pretty absurdist, no direct continuity unless stated (doubtful on that, these are meant to be one-off poems/stories). I like to explore different styles of writing in small works like this, so some...
