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My facade chases wind Feigning hot I actually run cold The give of the years taking note Of my spill Above the old watch talks now. Being the contempt of points I will have to gather once. Eventually the control we've both lost dwindles further outside amongst the throng. Staying near the window to figure it all out an appealing mechanism has a lost lullaby we miss. I decided to go out for a walk.
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Feb 10
Feb 10, 2026 at 1:34 PM UTC
Borrowed Winds
My facade chases wind Feigning hot I actually run cold The give of the years taking note Of my spill Above the old watch talks now. Being the contempt of points I will have to gather once. Eventually the control we've both lost dwindles further outside amongst the throng. Staying near the window to figure it all out an appealing mechanism has a lost lullaby we miss. I decided to go out for a walk.
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Feb 10
Feb 10, 2026 at 1:34 PM UTC
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