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Mar 2017
what is sand
but the finest of glass?

and what are bones
but the finest of ash?

and you may try to crush
me down into the finest of elements,

reduce me to nothingness,
******* to the wind.

but I have a talent
for rising again,

oh yes.
you cannot keep me down for long.
Erin Suurkoivu
Written by
Erin Suurkoivu  F/Canada
(F/Canada)   
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