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I'm thinking this might be my submission for Nanna Marie Andersen's contest, but I'm sure to change my mind
Submitted:Jan 4, 2010 Reads: 60 Comments: 6 Likes: 6
It's a fate
Worse than death
Itching
Breathing
In stone
Whispers
And screams
Caked in each
Crack
Dark with age
Tainted
By time
To erode
And crumble
Until those wings
Break
While no one
Watches
Because
I'm just a statue
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