Strip Show
Lightning-torn bark lured on the lower limbs, a sym- bol of how a bole bares itself in time. I've tried to wear my sheddings so gracefully that finches will not flush at the foul capillary sheen my systolic nerve acts out its barn-raisings slash burnings by. Have a heart. Mine murmurs yes and no and yet now.
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