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Aug 2015
i am a rigid,
pale stone
and the water that washes over me/
that is life.
sometimes the flow is-fast a
nd sometimes...it is slow
but I refuse to let
it play me
though the water affects me
(it rushes over me, smoothing out som,e , but not all of my edges)
it is not my master.
I thought of this on the toilet
hunny
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hunny
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   ---, --- and Pradip Chattopadhyay
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