today i gathered some clay. i took a large piece and formed a shape then closed my eyes and thought of my list of my companions qualities. with each thought and compromise i added a piece of clay, all the while my eyes closed and focused on my dream. when my list was complete i opened my eyes. i saw your face, i held your head in my hands, i kissed your lips. your essence i did not taste. it was not you, for i did not hold your head in my hands nor your interest in your thoughts. the bitter taste of the clay crept in and with it it brought the empty realization
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