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It’s the little abuses

Tiny factions of dominance

That I find got to me in the end

When the pit is thrown under the peach tree

Leaving it feeling used

It’s the wearing of a solid rock over time

The slow eroding waters

Rolls of the eye

Comments made in anger

Bias mediation

One’s blind malfunctioning self-righteousness

It is the little abuses that got to me in the end

The slow eroding waters moving over the giant rock

Not the nitrate carelessly left at its base

But the water slowly rolling over its head