Sweat and hands and passion
shape an uncarved block
in his name; his reputation
ensured by your devotion.
Each success bruising her affection.
Each denial inflaming her desire.
Each stroke carving a future
punctuated by unheard screams.
For who would believe this frail woman
capable of such wonders?
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