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Immovable
I stand,
immovable,
a jester-faced statue.
Upon your pedestal,
you watch with utmost concentration.
Can you move immovable objects?
Try a chainsaw,
make a scene,
just like you've always wanted.
Stick my rubble in your pocket,
stroll around town.
See how easy false pretenses are?
Now you know me truly.
immovable,
a jester-faced statue.
Upon your pedestal,
you watch with utmost concentration.
Can you move immovable objects?
Try a chainsaw,
make a scene,
just like you've always wanted.
Stick my rubble in your pocket,
stroll around town.
See how easy false pretenses are?
Now you know me truly.
Published 7th Feb 2010
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Anonymous
7th Feb 2010 4:11pm
i absolutely love this little beauty, every line sparkles with great honesty, anger and pain,and the notion of being an immovable piece on someone's shelf really speak volumes, captivating words Stephanie!
7th Feb 2010 5:01pm
I am very grateful for your support. Thank you so much, Priya. That means a lot to me.
