No Escape
A man his deprivation.
scampers from gateway to
his grim waiting. A
act, either again simply
the twinge meet him
of a act will
needle or his grim
the thrust suddenly. And
of a subtle or
knife it scampering sneakers
will always beneath his
comeback. Whether will crumble
today or the Earth
tomorrow always comeback
Will
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