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BROKEN JAR.
A broken piece of art,
Polluted by roots deep in sand.
Bit by bit I cracked,
As days elapsed I was opened wide.
My master grew mad,
A wasted skill by the potter's hand.
Infested with several sounds,
A corrupted piece of clay.
I was left to lay in the wild,
A worthless broken jar.
© immaculee-marie
Polluted by roots deep in sand.
Bit by bit I cracked,
As days elapsed I was opened wide.
My master grew mad,
A wasted skill by the potter's hand.
Infested with several sounds,
A corrupted piece of clay.
I was left to lay in the wild,
A worthless broken jar.
© immaculee-marie
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