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As Plain As Stones

June 9, 2008
By Faith Breisblatt GOLD, Scottsdale, Arizona
Faith Breisblatt GOLD, Scottsdale, Arizona
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These metal doors feel like handcuffs
This golden knob feels like a cell
We're traveling through endless corridors
with the halls having nothing to tell

This car engine sounds like a microphone
These tires sound like the mall
Running away with no destination,
showing up unannounced with no call

This house smells like a chimney
This bed feels nothing like a friend
We sink inside until we collapse,
not expecting to, in turn, meet our dear end

This lamp I lit seems too bright
I can see everything manifested in the night
There are cracks in our skin, bruises on our bones,
But we never used to mind being as plain as stones.


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