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Doar slipped up somewhere in the middle of the road and found myself scratching at non-existent fleas biting surreal ghosts of dogs.

broke a few bones, sitting on a stone before the remnants of a fire and traded my legs away for a spitfire ride through nightmares.

counted the signs, added them, multiplied them, but never divided any of the equations for them, because they weren't there.

brushed against the brown dirty towels I had slept on and told others that they were gold spun clothes made just for star gazing.

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