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Push me my arms are tired
My mind walks home...A frail shell like host the underdog in a plethora of tortoise and hare insinuations.Curiously pushed along,glued to lust,his weelchair...
Eyes shift...
Mute.
Guided by bells. 1 for yes and 2 for no. Death? his question and......
DING!
Eyes shift...
Mute.
Guided by bells. 1 for yes and 2 for no. Death? his question and......
DING!
Published 17th Oct 2010
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