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The crack on the wall began down below,
At the floor that it used for its support. It is from here that the crack found its flow And from this spot, it echoed its report. The snap like a branch cracking loud and short But the wall’s crack lived on- spreading branches. The branches formed a tree nothing could thwart And from the tree hung leaves formed by patches— The patches attempting to stop or slow The branches cracked by what they didn’t know.
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