BRASH COMPARTMENT HOLD
Eyesight to the blind, and a headache for the
headless. I think that'll make it even, somehow.
My character is an effective face, a malingering
aspect, a tunnel-digger's hole in the landscape
I dwell. Not forced, I go along easily. Yes, my
hands are bound - words and pencils and the
rest. I'm all in one compartment. Tight.
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