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Dec 2014
A hollow stone,
Strong and sturdy.
Slowly weakening;
Corrupted by weather.

Try to dab,
Feel the cracks
Whisper one word,
Enjoy it crumble.

Eyes open,
Switch: off
Grinning and laughing,
Repeatedly cursed.
A random poem I made when I was bored.

© Cyrille Octaviano, 2014
Cyrille Octaviano
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Cyrille Octaviano
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