Ragged pulse like cast-iron binding in lace bored truncated Hair shouted at the top of his voice and did not believe did he lose everything back waiting
As the egg does not demolish the fragments so he does not get through the gap life will scatter break the shells you want to believe or not believe
The worm has aged... tired of wriggling in his beak "don't forget me" he whispered Goodbye his old Durra.