
The title says it all.
Rated: Fiction K - English - Poetry - Words: 36 - Published: 08-21-09 - Status: Complete - id: 2712068
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Stone statues
lie shattered
on the cold floor.
Stay easy
little hearts—
the masters
are not home.
Come softly,
gently on foot,
come here!
Sweep the shards,
but never fear!
Those stone souls
no longer feel.
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