tumble.rumble.bumble.
tumble.
tumble.
tumble.
bumpity bump.
ouch.
ouch.
ouch.
did i land on my head or my butt?
split my skull open i think.
bumble.
bumble.
bumble.
it's just a crack.
life goes on.
thought:
people prostitute their bodies for money.
i prostitute my soul.
for what reason, i wonder.
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