it calls to him like a beacon.
he cannot overcome his temptation.
he is drawn to it.
with a quiet close of the door,
he begins his attack.
like a rat with a pile of spare newspapers,
he is focused on one thing.
only, the papers are already shredded.
and, he builds his dream in the middle of an open room.
i hope this fascination ends soon...
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