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So it is now that I feel as a statue eerily unchanged
Just a little wear, it is, on my edges
Where the marble becomes rough
Who knew that hail could come down so strong?
Or perhaps it was the wind's doing, it's changes blowing by so fiercely
As to lift the carpets from the earth
Tear the blueness out of the sky and
Poison the waters to make them black; whatever suits its chilly fancy
As winter comes like a stain on your white blouse
My mind unsullied and unfurling as I
Try to grasp what I was so accustomed, so used to having
Too sore to lose as leaves layer over my stone pedestal
And so my fingers, reaching, chip from it
My knees corrode and buckle
A cloud's tear falls to my cold cheek
And my rock foundation trembles and wedges a crack between marble
Perhaps it was the leaves doing all along, as they fluttered about
Methought they were always green, how foolish and now
They rust away with autumn's touch
Crumbling at the breeze; too weak to brush
Or the sky, maybe, as it had always seemed so blue over me
Until the charcoal clouds rolled in one night
When the criminals came to spray, stain and desert me
And to think I'd believed smiles were born from goodness alone
It could've been the train, so peaceful it was as it rumbled along
And now comes the whistle screaming
Shuddering me
Breaking and bewildering me
And here stand I
A marble statue a bit broken and roughened
With a stain scraped cheek and a cracked, chiseled stand
Still shocked that what used to be so friendly had come to harm me
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