This is just something I wrote yesterday. It isn't that great, so trash it, burn it and shoot it. But then tell me how I can make it better.
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There is that one jar of clay,
that greets you every morning.
Every night it watches you,
as you drift away.
You keep that single jar of clay,
always close at hand.
But you never open it
to let it catch some light.
Trapped always in that jar of clay,
is what is precious to you most.
But never will you let it go,
until you get its owner.
Why do you keep that jar of clay,
trapped and cloaked in darkness?
Why can't you open it,
and let my soul be free?
