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Welcome to a girl. A girl who built a city, Raised it up in her own hands Held it out to me. Showed me her work. Then crumpled it in her palms, Like puddy in her hands. She told me to help her make it real. I thought it was. But I guess city's don’t crumble The way my walls did when the tone of her voice changed. She got louder and my walls fell apart like sand. Little did I know, Her broken city Held an army. A army that you can’t hide from. You have to meet it head on. Or, it kills you. Or at least that's what I thought. But her army emerged, And pushed, and molded the city Until it was perfect again. She held a city in her palms. Showed me it again. This time, I held her fingers back. Her city had cracks running deep. Canyons that weren’t in it before had now shown up. Showing a beating heart under it. It was her heart. She crumpled her city, So her heart would be hidden. But once the army showed up, It showed her heart once more. The army helps her regain her humanity.
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Jan 19, 2016
Jan 19, 2016 at 11:37 AM UTC
She Built A City
Welcome to a girl. A girl who built a city, Raised it up in her own hands Held it out to me. Showed me her work. Then crumpled it in her palms, Like puddy in her hands. She told me to help her make it real. I thought it was. But I guess city's don’t crumble The way my walls did when the tone of her voice changed. She got louder and my walls fell apart like sand. Little did I know, Her broken city Held an army. A army that you can’t hide from. You have to meet it head on. Or, it kills you. Or at least that's what I thought. But her army emerged, And pushed, and molded the city Until it was perfect again. She held a city in her palms. Showed me it again. This time, I held her fingers back. Her city had cracks running deep. Canyons that weren’t in it before had now shown up. Showing a beating heart under it. It was her heart. She crumpled her city, So her heart would be hidden. But once the army showed up, It showed her heart once more. The army helps her regain her humanity.
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Jan 19, 2016
Jan 19, 2016 at 11:37 AM UTC
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