I have built entire cities
blown rivers off their course
levelled mountains to nought
wrote whole libraries
shaped universes
the only thing I couldn't move
which proved too much
for my hands and my heart
was you
Fists balled in the hollow of the eyes Sat in the old, creaky wicker chair The scream stuck in the pharynx Blue-overalls despair taking ho...
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