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PORTRAIT IN SCULPTURE Whiteness... vast, cold, clear and clean building upon a naked soul, encompassing a being borne of hardness... Stone.. taking my form narrowing and swelling as my own body does. Together... we grow. Separately and in unison all at once. Where we go, and what we shall become unknown to all who gaze. Even our own selves. |
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disregard any punctuation errors. i tend not to use too much punctuation as it was meant to be. i use it only to lead you to the next thought.
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