Dreaming On a Concrete Cloud

Dreaming On a Concrete Cloud

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The world is silent. The words that gave us voices have disappeared along with those who gave those words meaning. We are not to read the words of heretics and madmen, their words will harm and corrupt us, or so we are told. They are always watching us, those who dare to speak in a silent world are doomed to be forgotten or have their legacy destroyed. We can do no more than forget so that we too are not forgotten.
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Hoping to shake this human off once and for all, I twisted my body around rapidly with a plan to put my words into action. When I was on my way to push this man as deep into the floor as possible my body all of the sudden went rigid. When my body froze solid, so did my brain. It took me several seconds to get out of my trance and when I finally did, all that was running through my mind were two words. Those eyes. All of the feelings that I had been hiding for the last 160 years were now coming crashing down on me. They were literally shooting out from this human's eyes like fire. A fire that burned into my core.

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