as the wallpaper
went up over
the beds, over
the stuffed animals,
the toys, the books
the blankets,
the collection
of things from
everywhere they had
ever been, adding
one more layer
of decor on top
of decor, it was
obvious that there
was too much. way
too much. so much
so that you couldn't
see the beauty
of anything in
particular. trying
so hard to get
to a place that
really is no
place to be, but
striving blindly
to succeed.
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