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Reckless If I were a bullet I would load up and snap forward, soothing my edges into speed. I might make a piercing, crack-bone beginning of injury or whistle and split into peels against a tree or mushroom into dry wall or wing away into air, but I would whittle velocity and feel featureless first. |
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My working title was 'What Reckles Must Feel Like'. Though I like the implicit doubt of 'must', the whole title is too cumbersome. Any ssuggestions?
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