People Throw Stones In Incomplete Workshops
people throw stones in incomplete workshops
they oftentimes destroy the center of the foundation before it has a chance to grow
noses become storks' beaks and smirks become suspect
the sunshine becomes enamored with the furies amongst the clouds
though beautifully melodic as they sound, i can smell the soup bubbling in the pot
alphabet pasta becomes acidic aftershock
when the words are created without the proper form of thought,
the structure of the workshops will surely crumble
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