The melted rocks lead me
past all those red and green signs,
to a spot she called my own.

Let me tell you, friend,
it was a horrific sight to look upon;
to see everything she called me
falling apart on the spot.

The bricks were broken,
laying on the shingles,
which had fallen first.
The windows were sealed tight;
however, you could slip through the holes,
if you tried hard enough.

She snuck up behind me,
and whispered that it still was beautiful,
no matter how much it had fallen apart.

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We are human beings trying to be spiritual, we are spiritual beings trying to be human.