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Rubbing Rocks
Contributed by
invierno
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Monday, 3rd April 2017 @ 02:24:42 AM in AEST
Topic:
Lifepoems
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Rubbing rocks in the middle of somewhere,
a smile crept at the job I left
in this far more glorious pursuit.
My hands bleed; is pain pain if it’s pleasing?
it’s been a week
and these rocks don’t seem to mind;
patient and enduring,
they allow a little rubbing until I find
a way to smile all the time.
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invierno
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2017-04-03 02:24:42]
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Re: Rubbing Rocks
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by JamesStockdale on
Friday, 7th April 2017 @ 09:51:54 AM AEST
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I/'/m taking it in as a fable and I like it!!!!!!!!!!!
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Re: Rubbing Rocks
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by alicewhite on
Friday, 7th April 2017 @ 04:09:26 PM AEST
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| Twisting stones around in my hand and I/'/m so high I/'/ll never come down , idle hands lol loved it |
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