I made a sculpture out of you
with comic book pages and billiard cues
and everything else you've spoken of.
A few things to make it pretty.
I molded your hand to fit with mine.
I let the phone ring when it was you.
I took you on a boat where you can't call me
and tell me I built you wrong.
I think I did a good job.
I even got that ring around the blue of your eyes.
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