Longing to be ever more pliable in your tender, gentle hands, Holy Potter, I wholly give myself to you.
Surrendering, once again, my will to come into alignment with yours.
Push, twist, shape and hold me, till I resemble once again your image for me.
Fill me, equip me, and adapt me to be all I need be, to do the task you have set before me.
And when I am broken and shattered, dirty and worn down, ....
I give myself wholly to you, again, for your retooling and remaking of this lump of clay.
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