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49. Man’s creation

I‟m merely a vessel

One that is always filled but can never notice

I keep searching for more to dwell on and be happy

But I‟m just a vessel being thought in the mind

I am molded from sand, blended with water

I can easily break if my master cares not for me

For I am fragile and in need of a solid foundation

I am merely a vessel in search of good wine

For I was empty while my master was perfecting me

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