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| Down Nowhere but down, down, Down into a dark crevice of nothingness. Down into the depths of darkness and silence. Only the drip-drop of sweat is heard. Down, down into the shadows, the wasteland, the unknown. There is no way but down. So down, down into the folds of silence. Down until down seems to reach an end. But down has no end. Down is infinite, everlasting, down. |
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