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Nov 2013
I built myself a tower
Climbed atop, to tell the hour

Felt the ground beneath my feet

I built myself a tower; yet, I wonder why I'm higher

I built myself some bridges: Seems like little yellow kisses

I watched the sunset from my tower
I did not hold a cigarette, nor drink some coffee

I watched some people from my tower; ha, look at how they cower

I felt the wind beneath my feet: Oh this must be a repeat!

I remembered the last time I was naked
I remembered that I closed the door
Now, my towers shaking
And I cannot have that anymore
Written by
Hedonic Nihilist  Florida
(Florida)   
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