if she were stone
she did have no feeling
no remorse
life would pass by her
fire under its wing
she'd be indifferent
to it
and
to herself
if she were stone
she would be God
people would come with woes,
sorrowful scores
she'd listen
knowing only too well that
the wishes they so desire
would pass around her
like life
like fire
unlived
untouched
unheard
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