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Mar 2011
These bricks that create me
These red bricks that make myself
These bricks are crumbling
Soon they will be tumbling
I cannot stand it anymore
My concrete joints are becoming sore
My precious brick
My lovely me
The thing that held me together
Is crumbling free
Lauren Nicole
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