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| The Wall Looking up at the wall, studying the layers from the foundation up. I don't remember it as being so high. Maybe it's those last rows, the new ones. Now which side is mine and which side is his? Touching the wall as I walk, my steps leading to the door, noticing it's slightly ajar. The light around it seems to glow as my fingertips dare to push it farther open. Seems it was never locked. The door moves with so little effort and the light is so warm. |
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