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The impossible
There he stands Shattered; Pieces Fall to the ground. They are knocking on his door to Open. He looks his demons in the eyes and Speaks. "You win." The pieces on the ground. The demons laugh. The knocking stops. He was no more. (C) ~S.Lucas Lloyd~
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