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6d
I want to be the wind.
Whipping silently to thee.
Never mentioning my name.
I want to set you free.

I lull you into lullabies.
Illusions that twist my mind.
You think you saw a real nice guy.
But don’t look twice, you’re blind.
NOTE - Thanks to the bros....
Drab
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Drab  Agender/The final frontier
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