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There were bricks laying around the collapse building of a home, each who lived there had used everything at reach the tiles, the wood, and all within. Although the Shards of glass
hurt and winced, they refused to realise it. After one of them discerned within now covered in shards of glass,pricks of wood and burns of a ruined pan. They took the Lasting bricks and build a home where the one doesn't have to hope for a another one.
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Poetrythese are just random 'poems' i wrote high on diet coke at three am 😃 (dare i say poems cuz these are shitty af-)
