Lick your finger and trace the grooves of the
brick wall in patterns and numbers and
letters and shapes; nonsensical designs
that will soon fade away
and a passerby that did not see
your faded drawings would not know
any imprint was made. But you
continue to run your finger on the
ridges of your tongue; the ridges
of the brick, and you will never
forget the taste of grit.
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I dunno...
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Life.
Living.
Many do it, but we'll always fail to see exactly what they have done.
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