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Silly Putty Freshly hatched from the synthetic egg Not that green or peach nor yellow even Blue I was fated blue premolded and dispensed I come to your hands those massive branches that leave me folded and folded oops that pleasant accident that leaves me falling your happiness in my descent to the floor but my substance the construction for the fall I bounce back in the air seemingly to the sky could I escape the earth? only to your hands only to your hands and yet again you bend me and squashed between your thumb and the cold table your warmth seems pleasant moist and carefully lazy hands mend my flaws and make me whole oops yet again bounce return your joy in this simplicity your joy in my simply bending bouncing hitting falling the departure only to return accidents meant happy until you find that it is only too simple too predicted too monotonous and then it comes to that fall your moist hands left me sticky the lower and lower I can bounce I need that force from you hands to let me bounce again but abandoned I am the blue goo left falling without a hand I struck the floor sore still blue stuck and in your hands I see the yellow oops another accident by eternalslacker |