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A Pile of Rocks

by jackwestland

Pebbles, rocks. Boulders and stones. Unique and yet so plain. How many million individual grains of sand rest upon a beach, None of them the same. A snowflake falls a different shape, A billion others follow. Are they unique, Are we the same. Answer how it suits you. But in a pile of rocks a thousand tall, Thats all it is, A pile or rocks. A thousand tall. Rock on rock on rock. They are all just fucking rocks.
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Sep 17, 2016
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