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A feeling in the wrong place Can only corrupt and erode Like a meandering stream, That leaves a scar. Our lives do not flow so easy There is cleavage, But there is also fracture Eradict and unpredictable. We are not all prized gems We are impure and complicated Not so easily identified by the eye. Closer to quartz and feldspar than diamonds, Yet we long to posess a promise of value and so we pull this image close We  reach out for order, Hardness and grace But it was not the stream alone that carved the canyons There was a grand collapse, And the stream was left to carry that debri away.
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Oct 27, 2018
Oct 27, 2018 at 4:22 AM UTC
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A feeling in the wrong place Can only corrupt and erode Like a meandering stream, That leaves a scar. Our lives do not flow so easy There is cleavage, But there is also fracture Eradict and unpredictable. We are not all prized gems We are impure and complicated Not so easily identified by the eye. Closer to quartz and feldspar than diamonds, Yet we long to posess a promise of value and so we pull this image close We  reach out for order, Hardness and grace But it was not the stream alone that carved the canyons There was a grand collapse, And the stream was left to carry that debri away.
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Oct 27, 2018
Oct 27, 2018 at 4:22 AM UTC
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