Those cold hard lips tell a story,
and gory legs chronicle long forgotten glory.
Broken arms and cracked lips don’t diminish your beauty.
Sculpted to be immortal.
Never forgotten, enshrined in white marble.
Smooth and polished you are, but what rough edges are you hiding?
Faults and wrongs made generous by life’s storytellers.
But, jaws of statues speak words of deterrence to those who veer.
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