And such is my construct,
magnificent and stupid as yours
painted in my shades, yet not by me.
My island, my self, my refuge and my hell.
But I make sure to clean it often,
its all I can do..
Life comes and leaves away her imprints
I take them all..but i cement some and wash away the others.
Here she comes now..
I am ready.
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