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A Poem by Ripped Denim 💜

Bricks rise up around,

molded from blood, bones, and tears.

Fallen in a well.

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Added on January 19, 2014
Last Updated on January 19, 2014

Bad backwards is dab. Dabble. Like a bad haiku. I dabble in bad. more..

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