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Apr 2021
Rummaging through the tool box
There must be something I can do to fix this, I thought

Just emptiness

It's hard to knock
on a cloud,
the haze, all the silence
Anybody home up there?
I wonder, how many floors does Heaven have?
How many flights do the Angels have to climb to make it to the top?

I need to speak to someone in charge, this is just, not working
SCHEDAR
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