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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 deep  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
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Dec 24, 2020
Dec 24, 2020 at 2:01 AM UTC
Hands
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 deep  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
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Dec 24, 2020
Dec 24, 2020 at 2:01 AM UTC
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