flows over and flips backward -- forwarned with forearms bare and the wherewithal to stall out even as the doubts melt away -- you may say you're a wanderer but it's easy to get stuck -- unlocking the luck and rephrasing the stays in execution to a wildeyed resolution tossed through the air and into tomorrow though i'll borrow any respectability to tumbledown toward the corrected brevity of wanting to go on but knowing this is where it ends --
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