everything i never
is no real endeavor
but i forgot
was triggered (i blame your finger, my gun)
i gather all the little things with wings
the messes
the enchanted intentions
'dimensions'
tell me again..louder this time
make me fear
being a fool
at least they're called upon to feel real
this is no one's fault but my own
the little things, flown
the messes, cleaned
intentions mean
and the 'dimensions'?
in my head
besides..that's what was said
(i never listen)
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