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Would you let me carve you from marble
Shape you in my palms
Draw you from nothing
Would you let me punch a chisel into your seams and split you open
See what’s inside
What seeps through your veins and holds you together
Would you let me feel you
Press my fingers into your alabaster until it erodes smooth overtime
Would you remember how they felt
Would you let me render your flesh with picks and knives
Chamfer your sharp corners
Nick your glass edges
Would you let me crumble that marble between my fingertips until it was shards and dust
So I could inhale it, splintered and cutting
Until I could no longer feel the shredding of you in my lungs