For the lonesome Statue staring out at the ocean
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For love we stand so idle
Through a thousand storms
The cold and dark do not phase
As we wait forevermore
However long it be
If we can’t move on
We slowly loose our place
And end up set In stone
A lonesome statue left to waste
About The Author
Matty is a 36 year old girl who is an Autistic Poet, Writer and Artist and lives alone in Christchurch New Zealand with a kitty! Matty has given many talks on autism and about being unique in a world that's often not accepting, Matty has also engaged with artist and worked on Art projects Matty usually works on an Art project at the same time as a writing one! This means posts can be a bit delayed!
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