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Picking Through The Ruins
Picking through the ruins,
bricks and dust,
parts of homes
in bits and broken.
The grit of concrete between the fingers.
Pipes protrude in flaking rust.
Spring parts.
Shards of plate,
and someone's cup.
The shells of life
scavenged by eager eyes.
The keen wonder of the child
picking through the ruins.
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