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Building Forts

January 30, 2014
By MaskedCellist GOLD, Saratoga, California
MaskedCellist GOLD, Saratoga, California
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We built a fort out of pillows and blankets
And hid under the constellations, and meteors, and milky ways
That were imprinted onto the flannel cloth

You poked me, and I did not like it
I told you to get out of my fort, my fort, not yours
You reluctantly agreed

Then you kicked the keystone
And it all came crumbling down, crashing, silent
Because you were not there to hold it

And so I held my anger, and you your sadness
Regret consumed me, and ate at my soul, my life
Never the same, changed for good

But maybe, just maybe it is for the better.

The author's comments:
Something I wrote a while back, when I wasn't feeling too great.

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