the potter ain't got nothin' on me
the snow melts into the ground
creating mud so thick i could
cake my body into another being,
form a different gal altogether;
and what would you think
of that i wonder, if i just mystically
showed up as another diva
awaiting what i know i am worthy?
creating mud so thick i could
cake my body into another being,
form a different gal altogether;
and what would you think
of that i wonder, if i just mystically
showed up as another diva
awaiting what i know i am worthy?
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