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Dec 2017
you form bricks in your mind
then callously spit them past your lips
heavy, pasty boulders
that always seem to land on my shoulders
these bricks are layering
i can feel my shoulders deteriorating
my home will soon be one of bricks
not the cozy cabin i once had
Written by
Sheneka  19/Cisgender Female/New York
(19/Cisgender Female/New York)   
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