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May 02. 2025
With teeth I grin but never bite, a spine, locked up tight. My dance begins with pull or tug, I part and join with perfect snug. I walk no path, yet run a track, once closed, I never leave a crack.
May 02. 2025
With teeth I grin but never bite, a spine, locked up tight. My dance begins with pull or tug, I part and join with perfect snug. I walk no path, yet run a track, once closed, I never leave a crack.