Oh, how fast my fortress has crumbled.
As I go down with it, brick and stone
Pierce my skin and break my bones
While I stand atop the wreckage.
I see how it all has crumbled
Yet I, am not on the ground.
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An Anamnesis Of Spring √
PoetryI do not blame the rain for my tears. - Complete YT Spring Book Awards 2021 winner #33 in poems 3.22.21 #25 in poetry 12.10.22