Life, saw it without limbs, sighted a mud pox to unbox; struck a faceless tone, no word be said, sightless, thrusts pain into my heart: waits in one eye a fox, echoes, sharp emotion, painful reaction in me.
Dot forms a drop, strips rape, and changes are made inside the body, getting faster: escaping out eye hurt, wobbling its anger, seeing a mound pile like a rock.
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