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The rope was frayed and tightening and frightening the hollow man who held on with his black fingernails and his brow furrowed as deep as the well that echoed down the core of the world until he couldn’t hear or care and he fell too hard on the stones that littered the ground under the broken buildings which were too big to crumble like this and the walls he had built and the dust that he ate. How tightening and frightening! How deep the brow! How hallow the man that ate the dust that ate the earth and frayed the rope!
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Dec 20, 2018
Dec 20, 2018 at 4:48 PM UTC
Down the well
The rope was frayed and tightening and frightening the hollow man who held on with his black fingernails and his brow furrowed as deep as the well that echoed down the core of the world until he couldn’t hear or care and he fell too hard on the stones that littered the ground under the broken buildings which were too big to crumble like this and the walls he had built and the dust that he ate. How tightening and frightening! How deep the brow! How hallow the man that ate the dust that ate the earth and frayed the rope!
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Dec 20, 2018
Dec 20, 2018 at 4:48 PM UTC
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