Looking like a stone is a hard life,
keeping a stone face is even harder.
I'm bypassed, assaulted,
frozen and broken all at once.
On all sundowns or sun ups
I loose a piece to time.
I, in a way have, a heart
in seeing humans,animals
spitting, kicking,escalating
me all the time.
I can cry or shine but my
favorite time is I become a
pillow to lovers.
I do not understand my life
here where I have no saying
other than just endure it and stay quiet....
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