or I would have
brought you home someday
yet
I will not stop you
if you wish to pay
visit
walking over the labyrinth
whispering fallen bricks will lead you to my stay-
an open block
we could sit over a little rock
enjoying the dust and the rubble play
I could be me and you could be you
drawing dreams
wherein blueprints of our fortunes lay
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