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ROLLERBLADES///
My right hand to sky,
Another on to ground,
I reach out clouds,
With ceiling in bound;
These walks are my slides,
With turns across my trace,
With mouldy silhouettes in skies,
My legs become...
Another on to ground,
I reach out clouds,
With ceiling in bound;
These walks are my slides,
With turns across my trace,
With mouldy silhouettes in skies,
My legs become...
