Run, Lalat, Run
Through the crowded street, he ran, upstream.
The karma police began closing in on his tail; the culprit
has lived his life enough, he must now return to the cycle.
As his pace decelerated, and his breaths heavier, his life
flashed before him; my dreams, I have yet to see them
materialize!
Run, Lalat, run.
About 55 Fiction and its rules.
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