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Marble

Marble

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Round of the face

I could recall down

Last of dark clashes

My stains are all brown.


Hard worked whole life

Toned out my cot

Rain crown on the knife

How I let my dreams to rot.


Cried all those nights

Secrets and thoughts,

Longed for those heights

Until the end ends through the draughts.


Yet my soul sings her song

Marbles in my heart and pain

Gowns with blood and hopes so strong

The "one day" would flash never again.


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