and I've too many of those in me already. Bodies float like scars on the surface of my liver and their judgement is faceless by volume, though on the highway of my gallbladder the occasional congestion of traffic, where vehicles choke the corridor along the dull throb of car horns. This post is a draft. It's not publicly visible, but you can send people links to it.
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