The sun sculpts him in bronze, 
Hard as metal, 
Butt warm with laughter, 
I saw myself reflected, 
In green with envey, 
For of all before and after, 
That moment, 
Id rather go untouched and smilling, 
than know that i am unwanted, 
So im still marble, 
Cold, unkissed, 
As the sun goes down.                
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