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Behind the Wall

Comfortable clothing of the softest materials
Hug my body as the wall is shattered,
I can see the other side
Where fruit grows ripe and the ocean stretches wide.
Reassurance and contentment.
Words are scripted on the wind.
Flying down the hillside
I breathe them in
Suddenly I see brighter
The new knowledge gained from this air
I climb a tree,
And float on words





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