Maker She built you from clay. She carefully shaped your limbs, your smile, your eyes. She made you strong with fire. And she told you, "You'll always be mine." You happily believed it, For she had even crafted your mind. She made every little, beautiful thing about you. She raised you right. But your heart was out of her control. And on one fateful night, You met your doom. You took her home that night, Said you couldn't have imagined such perfection. She put words in your mouth and you stripped yourself of any true love. You unremorsefully said goodbye to your maker, And walked off a cliff, holding the wing of your love. She laughed as you fell, and she flew too close to the sun. There lie two blinded souls, bounded by the holy union of death.
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