Blocks

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Like a really, really tall fortress of blocks,
And it was broken down by a faint gush of the wind;
And after the final block falls,
Another one is formed once again.

It then becomes an endless cycle of dilapidated blocks.
Why couldn't you stop it?
Yet there was no answer, just like how the question never existed in the first place.
It formed.
Randomly, somehow.

Blocks.

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