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I wish my body was made of clay
So that I may make for myself
A form that is mine.
But I am made of flesh and blood
And bones are much harder to shape
Than clay.
About the Creator
Ash Taylor
He/Him
Bachelors of Media and Communications, currently battling my way through a Masters in Journalism. Working in radio telling stories, and writing on the weekend. Making my way through my 400 odd backlog of books.
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š« So... real. Thank you for sharing, Ash!
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