Brick wall
There's a brick wall
That holds itself up in the middle of no where
Gathered dust in its creeks
Sorrow in it's cracks
Who knew it would ever become my home
Never as sheltered as the rest of
Civilization
A home only meant to be occupied by no living being
But when compared to the world
It was my home
That never broke down
When gravity tried to pull it apart
-m.c.-
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