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Find Me The Girl
It ended before it began
And I died before I came to live
I don't know how it happened,
The story began to unfold,
Your mind entered mine,
Began construction,
Scaffolding here, replaster there
I felt the footsteps of odd-looking engineers
Nobody asked for my permission
In their procession to my cerebral,
Hammering here and decoding there,
They told me the architect was on vacation
I don't even think they knew
What the final form of the building
Was supposed to look like
They just yanked and hammered
I was wrong,
No, I was all wrong
The sound was of no hammer,
Mining
They were mining
𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘬 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘦𝘳
𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭
𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭
Headache to migraine,
A final trepidation
Inside,
𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘪
𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳
𝘢𝘭𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘪 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯
𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘩𝘦𝘳
Destruction

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