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May 2010
I am made of nothing
Finer than grains of sand
Which ebb and flow
With the pushings,
The pullings
Of the tides.

These tides we live in
Reflect within us
In unpredictable waves.
We've made large dunes
In hopes to never yield to the mighty wind,

Only to realize
That the grains gradually blow away.
Written by
Sam Oliver
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