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endless_stainless_bloodless_wall
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sixteen
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hello.
goodbye.
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sab
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dry and empty today
lack of sleep drains all but the dust
from in here
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blah-ze
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sitting, weeping to wonder where the wall comes from, Lost Stranger waits. he has walked the wall for all time. he has trailed his fingers over the cold expanse and wondered what lies beyond. he has impregnated it with tears and blood-still, it can never truly be touched.
Lost Stranger, in his reverie, one day notices ghostly figures wandering the wall, and shouts joyously. but he has been lost for so long, his voice is cracked and painful, the figures retreat into the mist, he is left alone.
Lost Stranger has waited an eternity for the shades in the mist to return. he has retrained his voice, he often dreams of meeting another wanderer. but he is alone, and his voice will never be heard.
the wall endures.
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phil
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people write about the dirty floor; when the clean floor is the true oddity.
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Cherry_Springwater
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It goes, bending and twisting, this way and that. Sometimes as bushes and others as concrete. Marble collumns and stacked logs. Mounds of dirt and invisible barriers. Exits and entrances gaurded by fear.
Long are the paths in Destiny's garden, but endless is the wall that must contain it.
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