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Jan 2024
I come here to become undone
My words like fingers pulling at loose threads
Until its all out there, in ribbons and shambles
A relatably undiscernible mess.
SomebodyProbably
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SomebodyProbably  30/Everywhere and Nowhere
(30/Everywhere and Nowhere)   
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