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It consumes all.
Violent, but tender
It draws all
As all are drawn to power.
They gamble life
For but a taste
But even the strongest
Yield in the end
As all must cease to be.
For what is stronger
than solid rock,
And even stone yields,
and changes.
Its dance between
transformed and the steadfast.
There is a reason
the lighthouse stands,
tied to the border,
of safety and the unpredicted
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About the Creator
E.B. Mahoney
Aspiring author, artist, and sleep deprived student. Based in Australia, E.B. Mahoney enjoys climbing trees, playing a real-world version of a fictional sport, and writing in the scant spare time she has left.
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