Arts & Crafts
Melt me, melt me like the metals, form a special element,
not one that wears a helmet. Slap on some fresh paint;
make me the way you can take me not the way you want me.
Come have fun with me—tap in my spotlight.
This night will feel right. There’s trust and a feel to rush,
is this enough? Nothing about this is tough. Molded just right,
I’m your canvas paper.
Am I made to be framed or am I a balled up piece of loose leaf paper?
I’m your imagination brought to life, perfect incision with your sculpture knife;
take me don’t wait me before it’s too late,
this sculpture has an expiration date.
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