The Secret Life of Stone

The delicacy of stone

Marred from within as without

Etched by whispers wind

Doubt, yearns for physicality

Relief from perfections tension

Frail, innocent, honesty

The coarseness of necessity

Whitewashing sameness in time

Rendering mute, blind, deaf, deformed

Dreams

Ended before their beginnings

Facades, worn

Blanched of lifeEvacuated of beauty

Calcified preservation of self

Existing in stasis

Kept safe from the soul less

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