Newton's First Law

September 22, 2015

Outside forces create texture

I have texture, not because

I had a choice

It was forced into me

There was an aftermath

How would I fix this?

I cannot, but I will

not be defined by outside forces

I have texture and mold

I shine and stand

I am not the object

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