If I had a thousand bricks stashed beside my persona; I would utilize them all to construct an invincible house,
If I had a thousand fishes slithering for life in my vicinity; I would put them back into the saline sea,
If I had a thousand burnt needles in my palms; I would embellish them with ice candy; incorporating them on the surface of chocolate cake,
If I had a thousand pens full of fountain ink; I would inundate the blank demeanor of paper with a battalion of literature,
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