Tumbled

Sometimes I feel like

I’m in a rock tumbler

I’ll be polished

And smooth as fuck

When I’m done here


My smile is a scar

Of muscle memory 

From that one time 

I actually felt 

Happy


Sustainably 

I am not the safe bet

Toxic when I want to be

Poison at my 

Best


These rocks

Can enhance your river

Or crack your skull

Whichever you 

Prefer




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