Sunday, May 29, 2011

Stone

I appear to You as a Stone.
I am Cold.
I am Quiet.
I am Tense.
I am Broken.
As Time goes by.
Peices of Me fall.
Small Pebbles of Sanity.
Dust of Manners.
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