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Stones Don’t Weep
Decompression.
there was a time I knew for sure
that hell could be no worse
. . . . a cesspool of humanity
my soul to immerse
but when the fog began to clear
I was bereft of pain and fear
and quite convinced that stones don’t weep
I rocked myself to sleep
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