.Awake like idiot roosters, the newspapers moo. Like rugs against poles hearts beat but only the fingertips bruise. Gravel chips teeth on the way out, the waking cough carves a groove, paves the throat like a road like a turnoff, not one word that arrives can get through. Sad to say Alaska just got c.
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