on storybooks

the sanctity of the fairy tales we hold close,
lies in the impossibility of those places. 

I marvel and cherish such a utopia,
because its beauty is in that I will never reach it,
no one will ever reach it and it will therefore stay perfect forever.

everything we touch we tarnish.

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