Ball bearings are shucked from the hub
There's an escapee.
I'll tell you how the others feel
They turn away, watching their cycles of disbelieving love
Lapped and doubled by stunted lack
They respected their bothersome pact.
When choice wasn't there.
A gob of grease is applied, and I think it will spin.
I can't afford a replacement.
The Flophouse Has Moved!
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