I pray: --Purify me.
Blunt pain cleaves out my back. Double over - no thought but escape. Teeth grind. Scowl petrifies.
I pray: --Heal me.
Brick? Slate. One of those crumbling rocks, ancient layers, pathetic broken edges comical 'til bloody.
I pray: --Purify me.
Pain steals my knees.
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