cobble stones
The cobble stones,
they get older,
grainier,
but never
the more,
less fragile.
Eyes that open,
and now
realize.
Dusty steps,
watch the fall...
There's no
blood stains
but fractured
bones.
I'm alone,
where I
was always
meant to end up.
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