Remove: dust and scratches

Dust and ScratchesRings orbit, tingling the skin with a silent orchestra of sensation. A breath away from salvation. Breathless anticipation for the wishful whereas the wanton whirl with the post packaged detritus - nothing will be salvageable. They've slid great hooks in, cold and metallic, under papery skin. If there was a finger to be lifted it would quaver over a pile of bones, all eager for selection yet smug in some knowing unknown. macThere's a bypass to route those out who can't keep up... the sleepy one can drift away gently without coercion - best not wrest with the restless. On the top shelf are nine portals. I'm to pin a thread to each and hurl the spools into the black. Set the lines. Kick back. My kinda fishin.

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