Straining the poisons between two eyeballs, a pair unfocused, seeps a little death left, half contrite right. This draft is whiplashed words slit onto the expressed page; I'm broken but in that suction down I glimpsed her. I connected with her; remember that amid the daily strangling, under the bouncing of battering, when the onlookers sneer and whisper. Think on the beauty of the scenery during the headlong plunge over the cliff, for it is a one-time viewing, and your flight will either splash red or surface to amazement and awe.
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