He walked the Rim of the World
for years
They tried to push him off
He stepped a
They stood in his way
He walked around
They pressed close
He looked down
They went to choke
He made himself smaller
Walked faster
Further
Pushed harder
They got stronger
He walked slower
Took the direct path
Smoothed his tissue
It was but wind
Gently caressing his skin
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