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Fragility

Do not press against these walls
These structures made of ash
And dust from all the little things
that shattered, made of glass

I have lived in many houses
That have all been built the same
I try to build them stronger
Yet they all end up aflame


This goes around in circles
A torture without end
Until I end up six feet down
In death I need no friends

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