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Widow’s Stone

By @LBroil

I’m the stone in the widow’s pocket,

waiting to be thrown,

waiting to be dropped. It

looks like we’re going down

together.

Drown the feather

in spite of the weather:

clear skies, clear eyes

and a clear mind that couldn’t be better.

She grasps her locket, 

releases the rock in her pocket.

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