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Brick

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

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Written by
lauren-nicole
American
Published
Mar 15, 2011
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