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Oct 2013
I know we built these walls with many broken
promises, and that we meant for them to
be unstable and beautiful. I know
you want me to become something of small
reason or purpose, and I am meant to
be one of many. I know that. But I’m
not and neither are you and I want you
to know that. Stay a while. Don’t leave just yet;
For these broken-memory-bricks are sealed.
Victoria Kiely
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Victoria Kiely  Guelph
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