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Pillar

My pillar a dying log, 
had stood firm through tireless tides. 
My pillar a shrunken log, 
her skin depicts all her life journyings. 
My pillar shall break soon, 
She promised not to break so soon. 
With grace i had polish her frail skin, 
Fed her all chance had granted me. 
Her ground cracks and shall stable her no more,
If thee perish,curse the soil and its greedy mammoths.

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