Each stone is crumbling
The tower is falling down
Blown by the wind and swept by the tears
it only gets worse
The exits are blocked
and there's no way out
I can't escape
I think I reached that place called the end of the road
I guess this really is the end
the unwanted ending
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serendipity 一 poems
Poetryshort poems by a teenage girl who changes her style multiple times throughout this book. 11/13/15 - #34
