The Other Side Of Ground
I used to think my uncle walked through walls coz ever time I looked out the door he be standing in the hall with a look on his face as if he was lost in need of drugs in his system but couldn't pay the cost he saw something in the wall I believe he believed walls could talk don't know what the wall said to but it always pissed him off to the point of balling his fist to give it a pound the wall was strong it took the beat down then when the punching would stop I guess it must've caved in under the pressure because when I looked out the door again that wall was swallowing him

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Nice write. Thus was the nature of the "mirroring walls" we Elders had to once look into too! Peace and Love.
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Excellent write
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