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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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