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Aug 2013
I’m not sure how to build
new walls with splintered hands;
debris blocks the blood flow,
capillaries dwindle and are reborn
away from the disaster zone.
Dust settles before I can set the first brick
and the ground is too slick with
moisture for cement to dry.
ANH
Written by
ANH  England
(England)   
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