Stone

Dropped stone on coffee marks

Pearly white and rumpled stone

Opening edge when the stone falls

Ivory dentin of this stone man

Extracting of his cage

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He looks at you with stoned eyes

Regreting the grey sea

And says

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I am the mollusc

Lost when its shell

Cleaves

Afraid of the sea

I heard around

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Better to have a look

A spiral in the eyelid

Than be the stone

Singing the secret sea

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