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Take my Yurple (Passable Version)

On the verge of tumbling,

I suddenly remembered how I disliked the act on fumbling.

Would I break my face?

Or would I get up again, always wary of when the next fall would take place?

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Kyrgyz

Published: Aug 25, 2011
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