Show me the bricks of time.
Innocence calls.
Yet, those walls of paper reality close in tightly.
Innocence and faith chamber withhold the truth.
Bitter it is though, that truth.
Oh paper reality, turn into some heavenly multi-dimensional reality.
Show me the bricks of space.
Paper reality got sick indeed.
Can't hear the crawling emotion and the faint logic.
As they come close.
Paper reality will tell me.
That crawling emotion will come running.
And that faint logic will shine again.
All that I need is whisked away into the hidden realms.
Realms of paper reality.
Colliding worlds of heaven and the universe are to reign.
Paper reality will know.
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