The metal numbering on the needles directed a spoon of oil.
A red line on the side of time reversed the inevitable.
The pinches on the bald strings of the violent no longer sing.
The roof of the darts marked elliptic disfigurement.
On the cold IS A the brown, seated but not crowned.
Jewelry displayed but not found.
Exoskeletons trample the vacant rays of mud.
I will tell you, it hurt so bad.
Did it serve a nerve or was my present already had?
The cat is not the bag.
~ That Dude Eddie~
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