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Stone Hinge
I attempt to purge and a
stairway takes my jaw to
ground. Fastened down
and drawn about a winding
rail that's made from columns
of my spine; guiding soul that
declined to make its presence
known while it occupied the
hole betwixt my eyes and nose.
Once it goes the way of lovers,
owned by neediness and stubborn
to the end; it depletes again,
just as I had thought it did
when absences persisted, and
that time I lost my ride back home.
