A rock doesn't melt
A rock isn't cold
A rock feels nothing.
My heart stops
Like a watch
Follows me to the grave
Like a rock
A whiskey on the rocks
Warm it may feel
Sedating you, Leaving you
High in your dreams.
Like a broken spoke
On a squeaking wheel
Like an old scar
On a pretty face
Unpleasant!
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