I am a mass of matter
formedby particles of dust
floating in an atmosphere
like ripples on an ocean
I am a name
in the back of your head
rusting like an pin
needle in a hay stack
quiet I am
dreaming a revolution
just a whisper on the water
consumed but then forgotten
I am the clay
that tried but didn't fit
all the molds and footprints
that all the
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