Our house is made of stone and stony places feel like home. Our heads just break apart and stony faces seem like art. The lights that made the elders cough. The spells that we had soon wore off. And just because the words were wrong we had to watch the children sing their last song. Get yourself away in cars. The loneliest places are in the children's scars. Get yourself away from Mars. The stoniest places are in the soldiers' scars.
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