I think I liked to sit back and watch my dreams,
like they were some kind of diorama,
or dollhouse,
but even the boxes that housed my ambitions,
even they believed me to be morbid,
even they believed me a pedestrian
and even though they said they did not think less of me,
I knew that they thought more or less the same,
about me and my notions of how things end,
because they do,
they always do,
sometimes without reason,
just because their insides told them to,
to be one way and not the other,
and that was that---
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