He told me I was his rock
Something strong and sturdy for him to crash into when it was storming
But because I was his rock
He never saw a problem with wearing me down with every crash,
With erosion,
Because that was only natural
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Snippets
Short StoryThis book is filled with ideas that didn't want to be anything more than snippets of something that could have been. Original photo: http://alabamachanin.com/journal/2012/06/lie-still/
