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Erosion

I see a river of people ahead of me for as far as I can see

With bright smiles and exlamations,

Loud laughs and even bigger expectations.

Feelings of spite I never had,

But ever so often I go mad at the feeling 

Of being a boulder unmoved by the current

That will wear me down to dust eventually.

◄ Rainbow

Where gods go to die ►

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