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In the hall, stood a lonely wall following the squall of a gnarly storm.

Upon the form, the wall wore gore and spore. Dampeness which brought darkness and sadness.

The children passed, filled in lullness and dullness.

The stillness made me want them to blabber, I found some lacquer and decided to use my hand to garner...