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I'm in a hall made out of cards my going ever narrows through its walls I see the halls of others travelling near Theirs are wide and tall and sound for why must this be so? For if I stretched reached through my cards surely they'd all downfall But I refuse to stop. Refuse to stop. Inching through my hall of cards stops are many frequent as ice slices deep in frame but still I will go on I walk and walk and walk and walk                  and walk and walk and walk and walk                                   and walk and walk and walk and walk Should I stop? Maybe this hall is to fall and then I would be free but if it was not, is not then wherever would I be? Would I break down all of it the whole careful facade? Would I ruin all of it by daring to stray from the path? no, no I better stay. no, no I better not stray. No, no, it's not the hero's way, but... No No it's better this way.
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Jan 1, 2018
Jan 1, 2018 at 12:22 PM UTC
Hall of Cards
I'm in a hall made out of cards my going ever narrows through its walls I see the halls of others travelling near Theirs are wide and tall and sound for why must this be so? For if I stretched reached through my cards surely they'd all downfall But I refuse to stop. Refuse to stop. Inching through my hall of cards stops are many frequent as ice slices deep in frame but still I will go on I walk and walk and walk and walk                  and walk and walk and walk and walk                                   and walk and walk and walk and walk Should I stop? Maybe this hall is to fall and then I would be free but if it was not, is not then wherever would I be? Would I break down all of it the whole careful facade? Would I ruin all of it by daring to stray from the path? no, no I better stay. no, no I better not stray. No, no, it's not the hero's way, but... No No it's better this way.
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FireLight
Jan 1, 2018
Jan 1, 2018 at 12:22 PM UTC
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