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Mar 2017
Nothing that I know
lasts forever.
The roads
grow gray potholes.
The orange bricks
crack with
whatever it is
that ages us.
Someday
these things
will crumble to dust
but not before us,
because we are just
looser forms of
that same dust.
Graff1980
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Graff1980  43/M/Springfield Illinois
(43/M/Springfield Illinois)   
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