Cut me down,
Create me,
Cut me down again
Such a cycle sends the message
That this mess is like the shore,
That the cliffs convert to sand
on the salty ocean floor.
Guide me through,
remake me,
Tell me that I'll end
With this life as right of passage
through eternal world's design
with the time that I am granted
I could never take as mine.
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A contest entry
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Excellent Work!!
Great take of my prompt!!
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