The Brink

We’re standing on a house of cards,
The foundation beneath is quaking,
Cracking, faling to pieces.
Pieces of suits, hearts and spades.

Recycling the broke pieces from before,
At the same impasse.
Our house of cards is falling.
Trust and love, the core of our miasma.

 

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I'm a writer at heart, but so much more. I'm typical, I love music and I've got a thing for pretty things. I like things, in general. If it's a thing chances are I'll like something about it. I love to read. Words are quite possibly my favorite thing, hence why I'm here. View all posts by inkspots87

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