I used to be a mighty tower;
Strong against the sky,
Far seeing.
But the earth shifted;
Foundations swept away,
I fell in myself.
Now I am a pile of rubble.
The thing is
I'm still the highest thing around.
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Author:
Jabberwocky (
Offline) - Published: January 4th, 2019 05:49
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May your height give you strength to rebuild your tower.
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