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Freda Jera,

Rip my heart from stone.

Evening falls and I am listening ever intently, never ceasing while you chisel me away.

Down, beneath the Earth, where blood like velvet,

and eyes like the midnight sky meet.

Jostled and thrown when you formed me as a woman damned to sing,

evermore; until when I am

ready to depart.

And when I am done, let me know, so I may return to stone.