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Posted by Felicite Piper on December 29, 2010 at 12:22 PM

The water rushes over me and shapes me as it sees fit

No discretion as to what is washed away, taking whatever it can get

Pieces of me lost as I am hit by the debris found in the water

Changing me little by little and at times unrecognizable, so why bother?

Resist the irresistible and get lost in the process

Is this cruelty or just a test?

Nothing more, nothing less

Pushed aside and redirected

Unreasonable to believe that you're not affected

What's left of you then is weak and brittle

Sensitive to the touch

To others the change may seem little

Not much

And such

Is the story of the rock and the erosion riddle.

Erosion by Julie Vu

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Reply Kirkland Hall
1:05 PM on January 7, 2011 
So I'm curious to what exactly is the Erosion a symbol of?