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Dec 2018
A wall.
What is it?
A barrier. Something to climb.
A solemn face, standing in solidarity.
A chaos of stone laid in false order.
It is only created to suffer,
to withstand wind and chaos.
A wall.
It is a solemn and lonely thing.
Written by
Malory
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