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Blueprints

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You were always a fantasy.
Hope was always pointing your way until Reality realized that he is always one step ahead.
The idea physically fell apart across the tile floor...
In between the cracks and under appliances.
A few pieces may linger under the stories behind my arm jewelry. (however that jewelry is supposed to be removed.)
So even as the remains are soon to be gone..
I didn't bother to pick any of the pieces up.
I especially wont bother to put them back together.
I'll give you a piece of me, but only the part that everybody except maybe you knows shouldn't be there. Solely because it'll be gone soon, maybe even because Hope is still peaking over the shoulder of Reality.





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