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5d
There are only a few people left who remember me when I was very young.
A couple of cousins,
That I get to see once every 50 years.
My bad, I’m sure.
But my brother,
Is the only one.
From the very beginning.
The other brother and two “parents”..
Have left the building.
So it’s me an Jer.
At the moment.
Drab
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Drab  Androgynous/The final frontier
(Androgynous/The final frontier)   
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