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Fatherless and motherless. I was born without sin roared when it came into the world. But I never spoke again.
Marking mortal privation when firmly in place. An enduring summation inscribed in my face.
What is harder to catch the faster you run?
I went into the woods and got it. I sat down to seek it. I brought it home with me because I couldn’t find it. What is it?
I'm not a bird but I can fly through the sky. I'm not a river but I'm full of water.
What do you purposefully put lots of in and on your body, but run away from when you encounter it outside?