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ryn
πŸ‡ΈπŸ‡¬    Wield them proud for they are your own. Words are yours to cast in stone. Unsheathe them with reason and rhyme. Reveal them so they …
Isabella O'Connor
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Between my finger and my thumb, this squat pen rests, snug as a gun.

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