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sweetheart in b flat (12/30/2017)
"bang bang bang"
Vors mouthed this under his breath with every hit to the heavy bag.
Jab jab cross, chasing and following lines with his eyes, snap-raising a forearm check between an exterior triangular step.
"Bang Bang bang"
His aching bones creaking and stiffening, hardening and softening like the bows of a great ship, destined overseas, long ambivalent to pain.
"Bang bang bang"
Jab cr...
Sunday 31st December 2017 12:35 pm
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