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5d
I wonder if that exists?

As nothing turns to all things and looks at its pattern maker

There's a place I know where they call this something

If only I could put a finger on it

But who are you going to be if you don't have your own independence?

Something that lives otherwise?

I love surprises

Now show me

What you mean when you say that you don't
Jace Albine
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Jace Albine  33/M/Mars
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