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 Nov 2016 y
Lillian Harris
I built my hopes
On dreams of you
With parapets
And spires
Lofty columns
Reaching into
Amaranthine skies

But castles are not
Meant to stand
Atop unsure foundations
And these walls
Become so fragile
With your cyclic
Oscillation
I am impatient and you are indecisive and my heart is such a reckless thing.

— The End —