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Jan 2020
Ok, so it doesn’t mean anything
That truth too is mine; I don’t whine

But why does the rain on my pane
Make lonesome feel so fine?
Qualyxian Quest
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Qualyxian Quest  56/M/Elsewhere
(56/M/Elsewhere)   
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   --- and kain
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