They wait
for paint
but they are not quiet
they scream
they yell
they demand to be transformed
to be decorated
and ornamentated
to join the ranks
and show the word
what their blank slate
inspired
to be created
The clang of the bell and clatter of metal broke the tense silence; and a whirlwind of energy burst forth. Muscles, taught and rippling, swe...
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