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Dec 2020
The sculptor grips her body

What she casts as a rough stone

Hes sees a blank slate of his own

Carving away the edges with his lips

Raking away the ugly that sits

Chisled hips dip deepΒ Β inside

Bringing human into lifeless eyes

Hands hold fast on last breath

Chipping away too far inside he confides

Impurities show deep and ugly he sighs

Forever leaving her half cast in stone

Mourning the sculptors warm hands on her cold skin

None will see beauty in her again
Written by
Aesthetichobo  California
(California)   
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       Jamadhi Verse and Bogdan Dragos
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