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On the outside,
you look like a red bulb that shines in the day. You feel like a red tile after being sprayed and wiped by a cloth. When I peel you, you sound like a ripping paper. When I slice you, you sound like a bird singing, like a motor running. Inside, you are two moths fluttering. |
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This page was last updated on April 26, 2006 by the KIWW Webmaster. |