Misshapen

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Sometime I feel
So lumpy
And misshapen

(Quasimoto
In an Phoebus world)

Longing for the day
When the Builder
Picks me up
And says,

Yes.

This.

And places me
In a small place
On an arch of stone

Where my oddness
Fits
Perfectly

And supports
The  bridge.img_8562

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