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Nothing left in the concrete
My concrete dried beneath regret,
No footprints left just silhouettes.
I scream through porcelain but cracks don't form—
Just echos of a lifetime; body-worn
An engine heart with rusted gears
Still grinding through regretful years
I've calcified to the point where nothing grows;
A statue dried; yet it sank inside an undertow.
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Anonomus Scorpio
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