like a house of cards
it folds slowly
inward, falling
on itself, sliding
downward until
all that is left
is the memory
of what was
supposed to be
and a dream
standing
in isolation
NIGHTHOUGHTS


like a house of cards
it folds slowly
inward, falling
on itself, sliding
downward until
all that is left
is the memory
of what was
supposed to be
and a dream
standing
in isolation
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