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Using her as your chiseling tool,

(She never enjoyed the relentless thrust 

Of your residual madness, you know),

You, crushing an already bruised and beaten spirit,

Then there was me, the stone you chose for its granite-like qualities,

Whispering the fine detail you always longed for,

Always just a hair beyond the line you never dared to cross,

A distorted reflection in your smokey mirror, yes.

But for all your machismo, it only left

Dangerously thin slivers of shaven rock,

Like peelings from a glass onion,

That sliced away at the foundation beneath you,

Haphazardly laid, so long ago,

those half-assed,

plastic values,

Your twinkling eyes,

they shimmer with salty sorrow now,

But never

once,

taking

notice,

I AM LIMESTONE.

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