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Clay Statue
24 November, 2002
Author: Sax

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A figure of clay,
moldable,
bendable,
changeable,
a frame of wire for bone,
helping us stand and be supported.

We're all made of clay,
we're all grayed and soft figures,
we don't dry because of the showers we take.

Fat clay,
short clay,
tall clay,
skinny clay.

We're all made of clay,
our appearence can always change.

I too am clay,
I am tall clay,
I'm told I'm skinny clay.

Too skinny.

But the clay feels so heavy,
it dosn't look right to me.

I am clay.
I don't need to eat,
so I don't,
and I feel no hunger.

So I don't look right,
I am clay,
I can mold myself,
and I tear the clay off me.

Now I'm perfect.
I feel so light,
I'm nothing more than wire with clay here and there.
I'm nothing more than skin and bones,
nothing more than skin and bones,
skin and bones.

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