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Saturday, June 04, 2011

Turn to Stone

I want to be brittle and empty.
Like a cup of glass, like a park in the snow.

I want to be dead and cold.
Like ice on a rock, like gravel on a wintery day.

I want to punch through all the walls in this house.
Like a wrecking ball with precision.

Won't you turn me to stone?
Please leave me alone.