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Crumble
 
BY LIZ PHILLIPS

I watch, and
edifaces crumble.
Stories that were
held in walls, vast
and strong, are now
held in this stone,
help in my hand.
 
I watch, and the
stone turns to dust.
Stories that were
held in my hand
seep though my skin,
reside in my mind,
call to the stars.