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The Sculptor

they create by taking away
like the absence will make it whole

is this what you were thinking?
when you started cutting into my skin

digging out shards of my breaking
heart from a mountain of silence

like you could save me
for all the times I decided not to love you

you chose the broken pieces
a beautiful, melancholic sculptor

always running away from endings
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