What I call Geometric Remorse: It started from an early age of seven, (as faintly as my memory can chase back frivolity), branched unprohibited, and now rules unsatisfied forever. I hardly ride a bicycle nowadays but my foot in those spokes makes me moan in sleep often. I wish the night was a bit longer. I could have pulled out my foot atleast. Blut and Ehre.
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