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Feb 26
I move, it moves, it follows tight, It shifts, it sways, just out of sight.
But when I left, it stayed behind, And in its place, I’m trapped inside
Xio
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Xio  13/F/London
(13/F/London)   
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     Nancy Maine and Sable Nocturne
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