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7d
Tumbling walls whispering tears —
the sound of fallen walls in the rain,
closing remarks to the echoes of pain.

Tossed red dust's disappearing pieces —
still what we've built for ourselves -
are all these foundations to remain.
Odd Odyssey Poet
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Odd Odyssey Poet  26/M/Zimbabwe
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