The boulder
did whisper
my name
Laying there
in the middle
Of a line
of footsteps
that lead
to the sun
I was carefully
Re-taking them
When
That stone
called me...
by name
Don't ask
why my knee
bleeds
Or why
i sit here
and weep
The boulder...
it spoke
and had me
Almost
Floored
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