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Literature Text
Piece, piece, piece.
Falling from each surface.
Inching,
Inching along.
Numb.
Quiet sound of nothing.
Echoes of soundless nothing.
Gone.
No salted liquid
Washing away lines of thought.
No moist tongue
Or clear throat.
Dry.
Desolate and alone.
Forgotten yet never known.
Vague.
A ripple across sand.
Tiny whisper amongst the crash.
A wreckage not long to last,
For the mess that once was –
Should never have existed.
Falling from each surface.
Inching,
Inching along.
Numb.
Quiet sound of nothing.
Echoes of soundless nothing.
Gone.
No salted liquid
Washing away lines of thought.
No moist tongue
Or clear throat.
Dry.
Desolate and alone.
Forgotten yet never known.
Vague.
A ripple across sand.
Tiny whisper amongst the crash.
A wreckage not long to last,
For the mess that once was –
Should never have existed.
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Interesting, in a good way. Sounds like someone has a disease or got really drunk or something. It's good.