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Statues
You knocked on the cement I built to keep out pain. I pushed you away because I was already blanketed in sorrow. I wanted to die because I was more empty than I had ever been before. I was nothing more than a carved figure of rock and stone with all hollowness I felt filled with the darkest of concrete.
By Ivory Thornburg8 years ago in Poets











