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Jul 2014
Where will you be
when it all begins to crumble

Standing idle and alone
as it slowly chips away
running out of breath
and words left
that could make sense of it all
Nothing remains in your grasp
and all is left
to chance

Where will you be
when it all comes crashing down
Written by
SM  Ontario
(Ontario)   
505
   Autumn
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