The Clay to My Potter

February 21, 2010
I grew inside of you,
And for 15 years you've washed me.
You've refreshed my tongue and soul
You hold me; you carry me...
In unison we move up and down,
up and down.
You ring off of my skin.
You are the clay to my potter.
You are a bathtub of water.

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