The Creative Builder

Creative expression is all I see,

but how can it be, for the world to see?

To see the world that I do see, I create my world for thee.

Poly by poly my world takes shape,

My stories, my dreams, my fantasies create.

A world not our own, but fake create.

Now come and play in my world with me.

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