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nothing like this could ever happen to me that is happening to me. im in a dream this isnt really happening. to my right [closeup] [in detail] a muddied boot in a brutal foot [once a soft baby foot kissed and dried] [who are you why are you] mud on my cuff in my palm. staring at my wrist under the boot. my writing wrist my drawing wrist with just a little arthritis how can i ever have worried about that. back of my wrist feeling gravel under the mud worse and worse [booted muddied bloodied foot rocking twisting] [rockabye what is your name] water in my eyes like needles. and [too loud] [in detail] a cracking and popping
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