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Hefty wooden bricks piling for the sake of fierce tone that should be molded into the best of minds. Brick after brick she washed her hands with tender sheer tears that dribbled into the wall as a flawed synonym of cement the hammer palpitating brashly against the makeshift wall threatened to abolish and become a genocide of it's own. Even when the bricks shift into the dirt below our feet a mop will erase the evidence of her sedulous perseverance that will never be acknowledged like the leafs on her tree.
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Apr 4, 2019
Apr 4, 2019 at 3:35 PM UTC
The Pile of Nothing
Hefty wooden bricks piling for the sake of fierce tone that should be molded into the best of minds. Brick after brick she washed her hands with tender sheer tears that dribbled into the wall as a flawed synonym of cement the hammer palpitating brashly against the makeshift wall threatened to abolish and become a genocide of it's own. Even when the bricks shift into the dirt below our feet a mop will erase the evidence of her sedulous perseverance that will never be acknowledged like the leafs on her tree.
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18/F/The Clouds
Apr 4, 2019
Apr 4, 2019 at 3:35 PM UTC
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