Galatea [Day 9 - Construct]

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Yet he would give everything and all,

For a moment of her warm embrace!


She of the purest ivory,

Grace and beauty in her every mien.

Her lifeless eyes gazing at her creator,

While a smile escapes her lips, forever frozen.


To construct a form exceedingly perfect,

She had to rise from his imperfection.

Waking the goddess' heart from silence, 

Breathing life's breath on his creation.

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