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by Twit
Rated: E · Poetry · Emotional · #2320201
Free verse. Rough draft.
I stand before statues that hear nothing.
Their superficial faces lack any depth.
Hollow foundations can't bear the weight of anything substantial.
Stone by stone, I chip away finding nothing.
This silent gallery lies vacant.
Oh, how I crave for something of substance.
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