Like a fallen
House of cardsWe overlap
One anotherWaiting to be
Picked upBy breeze
And gold sunTo truly play
Our partsIn each other's
LivesNot standing by
Down, uptightAverse to making
A move.
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PoetryThe words The petals On a flower that Thrives by appearance Is only Will merely Be a flimsy Taste of what's inside Why price By the eyes The symmetry Of flawed beauty As though As most Are weighed by Thoughtless ideals For those Four arrows A sma...