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<p>Unfeeling, and wanting. </p> <p>It had; not a body to touch with, not eyes to see with, not a nose to smell with… </p> <p>It had, nothing to call it’s own. Nothing in it’s name. </p> <p>Always feeling things it could never name.</p> <p>Lusting for things it never knew existed – Coveting things it had no any business with. </p> <p>That was how life was, for our ‘hero’.</p> <p>That was how the thing should have spent its time. Alone and in the emptiness. Reaching out for things beyond its reach.</p> <p>………Alas, things changed. </p>
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