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Feb 2017
Homes and churches and
some old walls
these hands ache to build them all
Bricks or hays and big or small
One or two,
the storeys would still fall
No matter how strong and beautiful and
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these hands would ache from wrecking them all
© Lizley (Maria Flordeliz Yamog)
|01.31.2017|
Why does it feel like I break every single thing[person][heart] that I hold, including mine?
Lizley
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Lizley  On a journey.
(On a journey.)   
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