Put Together Hurt
The dusted skeleton of faded whites,
Chipped and solid.
Only to wonder of such a past,
And how to now?
Weakened pillars have powdered,
To blend into the rocks below.
Yet not tilted to sway, bend,
Or to break completely.
Bone, not straw.
A bone can break and a body will still be.
Weathered stone and feathered detail throughout,
Just as your veins.
Eyes look out to all eyes.
All to see the tale.
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