Sceptic Sculpter

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85704
United States
32° 20' 22.2108" N, 110° 59' 11.1444" W

He cast a mold so long ago, but never broke it.
A faultless creature, who never turned to stone.
There, below the critic's song, remained a shadowed token.
From a love revered so long, but never to be sewn.
When you cage her
When you hold her tight
She'll fright your grasp
And she'll take flight

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