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Mar 2010
What once was strong
Now exists only as rubble.

Crumbling ruins turn to rock,
Turn to dust,
Turn to bones.

Only there do you remain close.
A breath away from lost,
A fading memory that holds me together;

Makes me human,
Makes me hurt.
Written by
Nica Poznanovich
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