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Maybe we crumble like that.
Things come crashing into our life
setting fires and breaking windows
Things come crashing into our life
no matter how strong the edifice
And the fires within are our undoing,
little by little the heat builds stress
Toppling us, floor upon floor
Until no floor is a safe haven from disaster.
We cry at the piles of rubble
left after the breakdown of structure;
remnants of a life no longer organized
a system no longer standing.
Maybe...we crumble like that, too.
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