Take a step at a time, a swing at the glass chins of the last men to find you where we hid our self. A carousel. Not a care in the world. Hot to trot, straight as an arrow: got caught with empty bones. Folding in and out: helical riddle. Coding doubt into Morse signals. Take out menus and take out your teeth and take out loans to speak in tongues in cheeks.
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