One day you'll echo the never-ending
Structures you built as a child
In a meticulously conceived sanctuary,
Each object placed with the precision
Of your imagination.
And you'll realize, when you see
The soft purple-pink glow of the black
light
Seeming to coruscate off her skin,
The reason for everything you did
Was to let her in.
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