POEM STARTER
Write a poem centred around a sculptor and their clay.
Control
when there is
no control left
in this world
iβll turn to my
craft
where i am
in control
of every aspect
of this art
from how much to use
and what to make
itβs all
up to me
so when there
is nothing left to
control, iβll live in
each piece
peacefully
and the need
to control
will no longer
be
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