They say,
the sand beneath the rock
suffers from nostalgia of the mountain -
the sand,
when it succumbs to grief,
rolls along the rock with its
suicidal tendency to go down
and down and down
till it reaches, encounters
more sufferers.
What then are we,
I imagine,
afflicted with
beneath these hefty relationships?
We, the stone throwers.
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