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Wednesday, January 6, 2010

...all tumbling down...

...the castles built in stone reveal themselves as merely sand
and crumble to the touch
...and the dreams we had we thought were gold
tarnish now and rust

...and the hopes we placed in plans we made
have withered on the vine
...and we stand alone and watch the waves
wash clean our foolish pride.

When it stops serving you it's time to let it all go.


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