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tower

Once
I thought
my little life
would stack up all
nice and tall and straight,
that the blocks would line up
just right, that I'd know how to
place them so my tower didn't teeter and
totter and eventually topple over into a shapeless pile
But
I could only build so high
before it crumbled
back down
one
piece
at
a
time
Written by rosegold
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