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how many times whiplash before neck broken we fall before thee, prostrate, dead. crawling through backways, squirming, recoiling, is it a prayer or a deathwish. can it be both. or, maybe, it is a leaking faucet drip into a sink with a stopper. drip we have so much drip potential.

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