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I love the way
rocks get sculpted
naturally
by wind and rain.
The mighty ones
roll down
when chipped away
and smash each other
only to find rest
and then give it
to souls like
mine.
Move I will
at my free will
and break I will
but not get buried
so easily.
I will wait to
welcome centuries.
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