Small bone in transit. Still your odds in an orderly pile, some view. 072e002>One bead aids advance.072e002> 072e003>I didn’t ask for circulation.072e003> 072e004>Continue on, I measure no less, until all liquid loses shape.072e004> That shiner of a reminiscence. Me, wounded, approaching at the next station.
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