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There is no home With which I'm blessed or bothered No tether; air I'll fall back simple and cold There's symbiology Creeping along the curtain The covers Hiding my papercuts
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Apr 30, 2021
Apr 30, 2021 at 4:41 AM UTC
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There is no home With which I'm blessed or bothered No tether; air I'll fall back simple and cold There's symbiology Creeping along the curtain The covers Hiding my papercuts
westbow
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westbow
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Apr 30, 2021
Apr 30, 2021 at 4:41 AM UTC
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