When does the clay to its maker say
“Mold and shape me thus?”
Or canvas meek to painter speak
A condescending fuss?
Submission today to trust your way
Accompanied by a cost
To hold my qualms in open palms,
Hoping for gain in loss.
When does the clay to its maker say
“Mold and shape me thus?”
Or canvas meek to painter speak
A condescending fuss?
Submission today to trust your way
Accompanied by a cost
To hold my qualms in open palms,
Hoping for gain in loss.
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