|Time : not yet
|Date : future
|Location : box
|Point of : i
|View
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This wasn't meant to be here.
Wasn't meant to exist.
Meant for their eyes.
For anyone.
His eyes.
Eyes.
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But I insist.
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He.
Exist off one's gaze.
Unnoticed.
Uncared.
Negligible.
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Child.
The 'Child'. A role.
A role He play as currently.
A spark.
An innocence.
Pure.
An artisan.
An artisan of his own future.
Yet destined only for one.
A purespark within the dark veils of the earths.
But spark leaves smoke. And purity leave trails.
An invitation.
A prey for the wicked.
Hunters.
Shadows.
Blades.
Misfortune.
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Observer
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No.
Not yet shall we spoke.
Not yet.
Yet.
Elsewhere.
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Next future.
At the box.
In.
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At the current present.
Observe.
Guide.
Bathe him.
Water.
Black.
Red.
Blue.
One day.
Until then.
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Glow.
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... Something as such.
I'm not particularly good with endings.
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