bricks
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Tear down the wall
Sturdy and tall
Set firm with mortars that kept us in thrall
Blood dirt and steel
Flaming hot feel
blinking sleep away
the sky still dark
bruise colored with rain
rings around my eyes
and I finally feel alive
sometimes you get kicked down
sometimes you struggle
You're sitting on bricks stacked haphazardly upon one another in the heat of the August sun.