Stories flowing over me
Water slowly eroding
Shaping, creating who I am
How can I resist the constant pressure?
How do I shape what has shaped me?
I am water too
I erode you
Do I make you jagged and broken
Or soften the edges others have made?
I am both
Silt
Impure, and rough
I cut through rock
Reaching your heart
What do I do when I get there?
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