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reaching back through memory,dredging through petrified thought
hard and black as bones turned
to stone,
one can't help but feel the ache,
the sodden weight,
of emotion forever detached
from the present.
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dredging through petrified thought
hard and black as bones turned
to stone,
one can't help but feel the ache,
the sodden weight,
of emotion forever detached
from the present.
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