Halt!
Nay!
Go Forth!
Beasts of my thoughts begon for I am weary. You are like the monsters of a childs dreams that tamper her fears outside of slumbler. But she loves sleep so dearly. Why must she fear what she loves? For in this state there are tales of the impossible?
Ah, deceitful sanctuary is what you were. I’ve been hiding in silence for a while but your words still found me. I’ve deceived foes with smiles, but out came your needle and thread, sewing my lips into uncertain straight lines.
I cannot rid of you. To rid is to redicule reality. For reality you are yet rediculous you are not and to be rid of you will not be.
And thus you shall remain, here, there, somewhere, everywhere? In the corner of my eye? I will see you, I can see you. But I will play like a child who plays hide and seek, I will pretend I do not know you are there so that the game will never end.
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