museum of stones

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inside the museum of stones

there are different shapes of stones

each with their own spot

each bearing their looks

one left, one right

men are like mountains

stones grow out of them

sometimes i think of the

friend who has stones

when the pain starts

not even holding his back can stop it

the stones that grow out of him

are taken out through surgery

one left, one right

sometimes, i think of you

think of us as the stones born by the universe

two silent stones loved dearly by the universe

each going through its own journey

each casting its own sophistication

one left, one right