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As you begin, only nothing

Into a pillar of something,

But bit by bit, oh everyday,

You are to steal the dust away

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Here, less and less means more and more,

Lighter stone means heavier heart,

As you dig out the purest core

What is broken leads to the start,

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There is beauty in destruction

Which is sublimed by your action;

A carver’s work is peculiar

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For the greatest pieces of art

Are made from bits you take apart

As if the truth made you liar.

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Not entirely sure I’m completely satisfied with this poem, it still feel like rough piece of stone. I may have to carve it some more yet.

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