Searing 'cross the pitch-black skies, I scream in celebration, Yet moments later, my outburst through, I am naught but imagination.

Searing 'cross the pitch-black skies, I scream in celebration, Yet moments later, my outburst through, I am naught but imagination.

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Left to right I’m quite bright. Right to left I might bite.

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Feb 22, 2026

You use it between your head and your toes, the more it works the thinner it grows.

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