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Like stone



memories have become mangled
& strangled words have ceased to be spoken

it has become cold inside her tortured soul
the inner fire that sparked vigorously
now frozen

to late to take back the hurt
to undo the damage that is done

watch her become like stone
crumbling
eyes closed

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