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Aug 2015
I have often mistook
the abrasiveness of
this work, as an assault.
The continuous pressure
as overwhelming.
But, is it not coarse
paper, that is used
to polish?
Is it not pressure
that forms rare jewels?
Existence will always
be volatile, and
too often we push away,
but we must remember
what great beauty
can blossom from pain.
Kevin Rich
Written by
Kevin Rich  Brooklyn, NY
(Brooklyn, NY)   
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