Hi,
I'm Sewagetrash. I'm sloshing around in the gutter beneath your shiny grippy shoes.
I'm Sewagetrash. I was dropped like a penny from a hole in your pocket.
I'm Sewagetrash. It's not worth the repetition because there are evident clues.
I'm Sewagetrash. A rocky concrete path, the bruised walls of a socket.
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