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Pack away your freedom young one.
what is that innocence we lose among the boxes packed away in the hallway closet?
we put away the games
hiding them away with our childhood mind.
unmoulded and kind.
when the candles on my birthday cake flicker like those on my casket do they decide that it is time to strip away imagination.

Parts in a machine can't have ideation
They must think together and the same.
That machine ticks along until all of its Parts grow rusty and are replaced by new Cogs, which too will one day rust and die.
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