Clayman
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SettingA Poem by ClaymanThis is what i go through when setting a diamond into a ring for a customer. |
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Course To DieA Poem by ClaymanWar |
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Materfamilias IA by ClaymanJust felt like writing |
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\"Requiem\"A Poem by ClaymanWe all have dreams that never got to grow up with us. This is a requiem, an ode to the dreams wandering the cemetery. |
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\"Continuity Obscurica\"A Poem by ClaymanWritten from the perspective of a stranger sitting in a restuarant and looking at a group of youths eating and enjoying themselves outside" |
