Reform
I used to be carved out of marble
I used to take a chisel and hammer
To my useless pieces, and break them off
But over time, the empty spaces
Overshadowed the solid frame of me
I have run out of material to shape
I am no longer marble, I am
Bone white shards swept under the rug
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