Where I collect the found and the lost.
The wrong way…go back.
The word will never die.
Tell me all, light, darkness, I won’t look even if it makes me fall.
Letters. I need letters, directions and water…a lot of water.
Turns out I started out and died in the trash.
I said apples were oranges and oranges were apples but you wouldn’t believe me.
Sometimes dead things tell the most powerful tales.
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