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Poetry By: ultraplayer25

My take on conformity.

Submitted:Feb 24, 2013    Reads: 6    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   

Conformity is but a river. It flows and flows with no beginning and no end. It flows down the smooth shaded path but every once and awhile some of the water finds a new path. Where the sun scorches and the flowers wilt. Some of the water will try to rejoin the original river forever changed but some of it will thrive. This water will begin to cut and smooth the path for more to come. So goes thee eternal cycle of it all.


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