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[title] => The girl
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[bodytext] => This object speaks. Made of soft clay. When someone shapes it, it feels ashamed. The words never come out right, when expressions are seeking an escape. Before, this bundle of clay was held with in a bottle. Held in, ashamed of something But a hand helped it escape this closure, only it did no good. For the hand sat it in the middle of society for every eye to see. Words don’t come to this figure easily, because just recently it escaped the bottle. Millions of thoughts latch on to this sticky surfaced clay at once. None of them ever escape it right. People have set it a fire, this bundle set for failure And only God's power put it out. Other objects come into contact with this particular one And shapes this clay into a shape it's always avoided [comments] => 0 [counter] => 155 [topic] => 31 [informant] => AutumnLauren [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => StoryPoetry )
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