i feel my castle crumbling
and as i sit here
in the sand
letting the carefully sculpted pieces
...fall...
on my broken hands
i wonder silently
in sin
is this is my .doom!?
my fate
my curse
the end
is every castle i build
??doomed to fall??
is it the end
... or a ...
beginning
or pipe dreams
of a sort
in my tower
in this castle
falling down i do
!resort?
picking up the pieces
trying to fill the cracks
with every repair made
my tower fights it back
the ceiling is a skylite
the rain comes pouring through
i feel our castle falling
i'm inside
i'm falling too.

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