I win because left uninspired by the crust of railroad earth, it touched the land to the pages of your manuscript; I took my thumb off the concrete, and saved up my strength to hammer pillars for a picket fence; it wasn't quite what it seemed, a lack of pleasantries—my able body isn't what it used to be; I must admit I was charmed by your advances, your advantage left me helplessly into you.



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