The tall tall point
Of the Eiffel Tower,
In the place where smells of
Fresh pastries begin to flower.
The peak of Mount Everest
Where the winds fight against you.
Where the dead are checkpoints
And the cold tries to pierce through.
New York's tallest skyscraper
In the city that never sleeps.
There's a she who's lost her child
So alone she weeps.
Apr 20
Apr 20, 2026 at 10:08 PM UTC
The tall tall point
Of the Eiffel Tower,
In the place where smells of
Fresh pastries begin to flower.
The peak of Mount Everest
Where the winds fight against you.
Where the dead are checkpoints
And the cold tries to pierce through.
New York's tallest skyscraper
In the city that never sleeps.
There's a she who's lost her child
So alone she weeps.
as melancholy as this gets, these are just a list of heightfull places i wanna go to.
look closer and you'll see a flipped-coin view
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