I did not see
When you morphed into a sculptor
I thought you make emotions
When did you make stones out of feelings
When did you inhale
The weights that never exhale
The heart of men sometimes turn black
How on earth did your lungs turn soot
I could have asked you to breathe
The breath of hope
But an onyx never expands
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