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The great unbreakable and unscalable walls of yore are not broken. They just ceased to be walls. Now just a slightly dumbfounding mist. You pass through them like a bad smell because they were never really there. And those that built them With ignorance and shame Are long dead. They are only an obscure memory of pain, oppression or struggle.
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Aug 23, 2019
Aug 23, 2019 at 6:57 AM UTC
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The great unbreakable and unscalable walls of yore are not broken. They just ceased to be walls. Now just a slightly dumbfounding mist. You pass through them like a bad smell because they were never really there. And those that built them With ignorance and shame Are long dead. They are only an obscure memory of pain, oppression or struggle.
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Aug 23, 2019
Aug 23, 2019 at 6:57 AM UTC
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