You were my house of cards,
masoned upon this soil
eons it took,
to fill you;
with the brittle me.

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When the quake of reality came along,
to my horror
you were my house of cards.

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Reflections of fallacy,
I looked over my shoulders
only to find concrete walls
standing tall
Its fall on abort.

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I smiled in idiocracy, at the miracle
to never realize, the misery.
All this while,
all my self caged, inside your walls of aristocracy.