the stone is dry
the sun ripped off
what moisture life
it has today,
i take a glass of
water and wet it
the stone begins
to wake up and
breathe
i take its breathe
inside my lungs
i watch it become
alive in my thoughts
we begin
talking about
a previous life
story to story
until it is dark
the stone and i
and the moon
above us
we are one family now
one misery less
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