A pounding stone
suspended in the depths of
a light shade of black.
pulsing.
throbbing.
bursting within the confines of it's own imagining.
constricting with each and every sigh
veins of long since
frosted blood
frozen by the absence of
familiar presence.
fixated on the insanity that robbed it
of it's roots.
robbed of it's meaning.
robbed of it's preconceived notions
of all it thought meaning to be.
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