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I stand alone among high towers edifices of black stone and rock fortresses built upon experiences of life Soft, cold stone beneath my hand, silent does not speak of what it sees or what memories betrayed it Fury clutches me in its razor claws fiercely I pound upon dormant stone tearing screams escape from my throat, attempting to shatter it Anguished voice carries upon wind fiery lungs hold no more cracked lips flecked with hate grimace in cold light Eyes once blue, now turn black despair reeks of hope stares return to blankness, apathy regains control Dropping on torn knees before a block of bloodied stone tears begin to rain I realize I am home fear whips itself I can not hear and reaching forward touch my eyes Yet sight is now clear my blood remains chill, heart is raped-- my eyes are gray |
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