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no one remembers
when you became the immovable object
the day you became stone

enclosed in your superiority
refusing any ingress
you stood against the storm

how long has it been
since anyone touched you

have you defied entropy
and in doing so
lost the power to change

nothing scratches you
your perfect reflective glass
mirrors all that assaults you

when i press my hand to your surface
i wonder what is left inside