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Master Craftsman

Her hands begin moving
She, but a master craftsman
Pain and anger, her mortar
She bricks up her wall again

She let it fall once
Let her demise inside
Into that sacred place
Where she went to hide

This mistake, solely hers
The price, she has paid
She works, ever diligent
Securing each brick now laid

She simply can not falter
Steady, be her hand
At the end of her creation...
She feels never again

~THE FLOWING PEN~
3-08-05



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