STONE
A pen without paper
a kiss before its time
no one knows the silent
thoughts of the pretender
Hearing no words but answering
questions with his eyes
he sees no colours but
dreams in black and white
Time feels dated
moments seem wasted
without movement
the world is stone
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30 November 2017
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