I am stone
a natural pillar
deaf and blind
chisel me
carve me
don' t leave me wasted
flittering with cherubs
flat as a canvas
in our world of palettes
and drapes and pink fingers
notch my eyes
in curiosity
watch them open
carve me
a mouth to swear
a tongue to smear the tears
on your cheek
mount me
my Gipetto
I am stone

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