Lawrence S. Pertillar
Connecticut
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Brittle

Brittle is the ground,
We stand on.
And...
Fiddled are the minds,
People find time to play.
Everyday on each other.
Chipping those values.
Allowing it okay to let them fade.

Brittle is the ground,
We stand on.
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Tuesday, January 15, 2019
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