Clay
By h2whoa
A long time ago You left an imprint In the beach Where you rolled With your love. You pulled the blanket Of the tide Tightly Over you and Your imaginary lover. You made it good To have no form That I could call my own. The only form Clay Can posess is that which others give it. I could not complain when I looked up And saw who had made me be. The wings you had upon your back, Had lovingly been copied for me. Written December 18th, 2001 © on Dec 18 2001 04:04 AM PST 18 • 0 • 8
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"A long time ago..."