Letter I Don’t Think You Will Read
There is a stone
We are together
The trees stay where they are
There is a stone
In the morning, it cries
I go but I do not hear it
The trees are gone
The stone is still there
A breeze chills the air
You say
I cannot hear you
There is a stone
The trees are right behind us
But we are on either side
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