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Casting stones
upon the waters- watching ripples coincide. Underneath the dappled liquid, reflections refract the autumn sun. Reaching through to retrieve the pebbles motion moves what was as glass- breaks the plane, quicksilver running stillness now at last undone. Cold, cold stones within a heartbeat smothered by constant duress wear away at what encases exposing secrets, now as one. Casting stones upon the waters shatters silence, breaks the plain In the splash of lost redemption liquid now removes the pain.
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