TombstoneA Poem by Andromedaanother story poemMerchant Says the stone Which holds her all alone. Push Aside the brush Which has swollen with time. Merchant Says the stone Merchant and all alone. Push Aside the brush And see a century in the stone— A Merchant Of the century, With nothing left to own.
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