Face,
In stone
bust
sculpted in marble,
a body forms,
on the checkered
kitchen floor,
each part
carved by
emotions...
Creating a special
kind of life,
the perfect form,
the crack of the hammer,
smoothing the edges,
and the body is
formed,
I walk under the
stone shavings,
they pelt me till I bleed...
I am lost within the creation.
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