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Turning Liquids Into Solids
Im not a house.
Im the bricks
Used to build a home.
Take me one by one and expand off everything I give to you.
I’m the source of great potential
Without holding a promise of paradise.
Take me gently in your hands
To toss or too tower forward.
The building blocks of a destructive heaven
Im the foundation not the result.
Im the stone you use to build your table with.
The glass you poor your Chardonnay into.
And the midnight crackle of your fireplace.
When the hurricane hits,
Dont fret.
Our systems may collapse but our feet will stand firmly on the ground
This structure is embedded thick and knows no bounds.
Lean on this stability
And darling, we will rebuild
From top to bottom
- Turning liquids into solids.
Copyright ©
Charity Verlice
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