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May 2015
I build and construct,
While all around me destroy and destruct.
I make and create,
Just to see it fall to pieces, I am irate.

Disappointed I still build more,
Just to open up old sores.
For all I give birth,
Shall be taken by the earth.
Which I build will never remain.
Johnathan locke
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