I’ve been thinking about writing something about the power of words.
Instead of doing so I wrote this thing which is something.
I feel like I was rambling here. Oh well.
I hope you enjoy.
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A space in the downpour allows pause for thought
The thought starts small and gradually expands
In its expansion it encompasses little
And yet it encompasses so much space and time
The downpour returns with a roar
A roar that is violently deafening
It violently pushes the thought back
Until the thought is no longer
Stupidity Hole 