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 
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


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