reecequinn53
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My Mind I am marble shaped by a amateur carver, a clay sculpture cracked from the cold and willed to be shaped by the winds, my heart wrenched out and laid bare before no-one, I know its too late and yet I cry, how do you race against time ever moving and... – *by Mort*	0 Views added 7 months ago	Rating

I am marble shaped by a amateur carver, a clay sculpture cracked from the cold and willed to be shaped by the winds, my heart wrenched out and laid bare before no-one, I know its too late and yet I cry, how do you race against time ever moving and...

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