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I Was Born Stone

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I was born stone
Hard, cold, friendless
Nothing changes me
I don’t alter
Nothing matters

A thrown stone, alone
breaks the stained glass
Shattered, impaired, godless
Stuck up on the altar
Doesn’t matter

Without any eyes
I see all
I don’t breathe
I don’t live
I’m different
I will exist long after
They become dust.





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