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Your black faced stone,

Roughly dressed and dusted

in coveted smoke.

makes me sad to see you. 


Taken from another place,

another not too distant time,

Heavy history transported,

Dismantled then rebuilt.


Dense with stories and breath, 

You weighed the trailer down. 

The builder took you away, 

Furtive like, contraband. 


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