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misstree loves her decorations
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i need to
take down all the trinkets
from my recently glorified window,
so that they can be moved across the room.
it hurts me,
to dismantle this thing of beauty,
this intricate shrine,
even though it shall be recrafted,
because it will be different in subtle ways,
a new creation, unique,
an echo of the one
that has me so enamored.
i stall. i stall and stall,
but until i do this one almost-cruel task,
i can progess no more with the rest of
my bedecking and bejewling and draping and festooning,
my room will be in the same unfinished state.
red bull, lend me strength, for i must kill my child.
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