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Mar 2016
We are built to withstand a blow to the head, a claw to the back, a knife to the throat. We are not made to stand like rock in the face of ever present wind. We are both the constructors and the constructed and the only way to survive is to keep building. Every creation I've ever made has not been destroyed, but it is gone. I live under mountains & in a world of possessions I can't call any my own. You wear me down, wind you are, & I am expected to be the super ego to your id.
Written by
Madeleine Morris
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