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