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Feb 2010
As he arose from the whirlwind of ash, he wondered what it was that

had actually happened. The last thing he remembered was that he had

fallen off the edge of the frail olive branch, everything covered in

flames. As he came plumeting down, he was corraled out of the air by a

dove. This dove, with her lush, white feathers glistening above the fire

that had engulfed the land, had brought him to her olive branch, but

much like his own olive branch, hers too began to split, and combust. It

was as though everything that he touched died. He despised it. The

dove comforted him, telling him, that they merely havn't found their

olive branch. "It's not necessary to be born into the olive branch to

which you belong." said she. so they searched on and on. To this day,

they search. He had found half of himself, the day the dove came from

above, but alas, he has yet to find the other half. For she is Immortal

Dove, and he only a mere idea, however every idea may perhaps have

the potential to become immortal, depending entirely upon what it is

nurtured with, and the perspective behind it.
idk what to call this, it isn't much like a poem, nor does it have enough character development to be a story... idk what to call it, so here IT is lol
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Mustufa Raja
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