boulder
chiseled from stone
motionless
constant expression
fear and tears
nightly routine
fingertips
palms
the only things holding the head up
structured
stone cold
still life
it rains every night
shined once
was whole once
everyday fucks everything over
slowly getting older
each night getting colder
everyday getting warmer
contrast leads to crumbling
breaking down and dying
every grain of sand and gravel
pieces seen on walkways of pebble
rain to cleanse
nightly chore
habitual routines
nature works until she's sore
each finger
all the joints formed to fit
cradling the face
only things holding my head up
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