United States
39° 3' 48.384" N, 78° 12' 48.366" W

Bricks are made for building
Made for making chaos out of glass
Their purpose overlaps

And sunshine's really soft
Until it's fire on your skin
And tucked away when the night begins

You look just like an angel
But you don't fly with wings
Rather, compliments and made up things

And you should have been soft
But you're calloused inside
Would've won the war if you tried.


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