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June 6, 2020
Five for fours. Three the nine. Twelve and two. Directions for you, distractions for me. Embrace the procedure, cherish the quest. The sounds of clean annoy and distract And the sentiment of unease and anxiety tear at my mind. No matter how many times I try to capture the moon, I'm never happy wi...
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