Human; Clay; Toy

We are

broken pieces

of the past,

re-structured

to face

the inevitable future.

Re-shaped

Re-formed

multiple times

like clay.

Life is a kid.

And we are its toys.

When will I be dumped

in a yard sale

for Death

to toy with me later?

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