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Jul 2021
You will always be the broken

structure where I hide

in my hypocrisy.

Yes, I shall build my crypt

with your stone, and I

will be the mortar;

Stacking you high into the

shadows overhead;

holding you fast where I

deem is your home;

My mortar will hold you!

Indeed, it shall outlast your


Holding it's vague shape

in chalky, skeletal ruin while

men gaze, not knowing what

that shape could mean.

© Nathan A. Brock
Written by
Nathan A Brock  34/M/Behind you
(34/M/Behind you)   
   am i ee, Thomas W Case and Megan
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