Castle of Illusion ~ blackout poem
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Run wild, run free and know the touch of wind upon your back Yet freedom’s totem knows it has a home within the pack. Part of a greater life,
From no-thingFrom no-thing
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He carried the box over to the old table and set it down. Despite its modest size, it was heavy. He reached for the Stanley knife and slit the old
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