Created
Created
Creation never serves ourselves
we use it and deform it
We bend it in a different way
Knowing it will break one day
You offered me your creation
With imagination you called it love
We bend it and we broke it
Just to put the pieces together once more
But once the pieces are too brittle
They'll run like water through our fingers
Although we desperately trey to make it linger
One day the water will flow
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