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Mar 2017
I have watched
the silver rough
come against
the fissures of
wet stone.
And no—
it does not look
to let up. Its own
glimmer is not
good enough.
Sam Stone Grenier
Written by
Sam Stone Grenier  25/M/Wisconsin
(25/M/Wisconsin)   
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