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It is within this rock I sit
Encased in regret
Solidified by guilt's mortality
Hurt friend’s pain and sadness etched
Dead for all sense and purpose
Shifting on ancient sand’s sorrow
Blistered by dire gale forces breathing
Stoic between cracks in the facade
Weathering at rapid paces of mistaken footsteps
A mausoleum of loneliness
Branded with hot iron’d weepings
Deafened of heartbreak earthquake tremors
Hammer and chiseled contaminates
Crushed bits of worthless rubble
Scattered in sincerity's anguished apologies
****** by stupidity…
…dust on the wind