A Gentleman of Strength

This time, he touched his right fist to the clay carefully, deliberate in his placement, then lowered his left fist even more slowly than that...and twitched.

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My Name is Beautiful

The pit itself was surrounded by a thick clay wall, about knee height, which served as a cook top. nizhoni got up and dusted himself off as he walked.

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Run for the Cliff

The hands would embrace them, lift the clay from the ties of the earth and mold them, shape them. they would have purpose. they would be given direction.

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Untitled Poem

Endeavors wear the warmer years away, reduced at last to heaven's dormant clay. alive, i lick brambles until my tongue tears, despairing my ever being young. i think of you. i don't smile when i do.

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Endless Time

Endless time rue the day with bitter lament, thinking of wasted time you have spent, again the bell tolls as the hours pass, ever marching closer to our final mass, watching your hands age day by day, as cracks appear in our mortal clay

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remeber

They try to mold you in their image, they try to fit you in the box, don't be as the clay, be as the potter! and if your friends forsake you, they weren't your friends at all. there will be others, unite and stand together!

5 Senses of Blue

_ _i hear the croak of a dart frog,_ _i hear the dry smash of fallen clay,_ _i hear the proud shoes of a man in jog,_ _i hear the rush of ocean spray.

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Clans of the Masquerade: Prt 1

Vicissitude - the ability to manipulate flesh and bone as easily as if it were clay.

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Part 3: Memories

The houses of the sheida consisted of clay and woodwork, which were draped around the thick coiling branches of the tree.

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Cave God

In me you pour your prayers your fears as you store meat in your clay pots. i am your bear-lion-god. i am dead things. empty space. and power. what do we make next?

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Heart Of Stone

Heart of stone walking through the gallery one can see utmost splendour in vintage expressing forms, oiled canvas and pastille smiles and souls trapped in tombs of clay.

Alice Dippleblack in On The Run Chapter 8: Fall of a King

She places the knife in a large clay pot, picks it up and also takes the sticks before leading them back outside to the fire.

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