dam, that is some heavy work you do. i understand that is going through your head."My hands,
stone replicas of what was,
what never will be."
Heavy because i feel the same way about mine. They are slowly becoming stone. rocks of what used to be. Becoming still as the night from all of the torment i have put them through.
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stone replicas of what was,
what never will be."
Heavy because i feel the same way about mine. They are slowly becoming stone. rocks of what used to be. Becoming still as the night from all of the torment i have put them through.
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