Sculptor

I am the clay. Your fingers relay desire into my imperfections,
surveying   the   lines   and   curves  and  rhythms   and   decay.
Sculpting    away    my    insecurities,   you   colorize   the  grey.

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*Daily Post*

*Fingers, Prose, Assonance*

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