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And as I cleared the musty ego floor I could tap into the sounds of soft core Even still whistling, do not let go She sensed this time meant home Had I stored one extra pound for getting a bit more of this peaceful heart for humble notes bending tender, soft foolish not, but hope scaling large seeking safety spaces far o'clock.
Art as replenishment
Jul 21, 2021
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