Not wet, not wet,
Not hopeless, not moveless.
I am not silent
Like the dead.
I tell you again
I am a growing stone.
I tell you again
I am red and brown.
I stop here
At this fireplace.
Alight time
My necklace.
Courier is my body
It touched eternity.
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