Demolition
The equipment,
Rumbles towards me in the distance.
Long arms,
Built, for demolition.
I close my eyes,
Taking in the memories.
The good and the bad.
Brick by painful brick,
I built these walls.
A lifetime of construction.
I have never been without them.
But soon,
They will be nothing but rubble.
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