"A clay pot sitting in the sun will always be a clay pot. It has to go through the white heat of the furnace to become porcelain."
Mildred Witte Stouven
You said it was the way I looked at you played with your fingertips drowned in your eyes starving your skin you felt happiness again your ...
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