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Breaking the Mold

Clay mold
matters not humidity
Skin taut
worries not frigidity
Sky grays
in a mood morbidity
Drops fall
on my skin's rigidity

Softens now
arms and legs begin to crack
Eyes blink
surely there's no turning back
Move me
but please leave my soul intact
De-shelled
left in love to be exact.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2006




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Date: 6/6/2012 11:52:00 AM
When I click on one of your poems I know it will be amazing Tatyana. Thank you for sharing your words with us. I hope all is well with you and yours. I will stop back again soon. Love, Carol
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