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piling up interests in my head profit or debt to be paid? too many passions held; in my heart, more than is said at least, it made me malleable somewhat adaptable cooked in a crucible for you I'd rotate my being shaped like clay to your liking hundred words for you and only you conversations askew to you because I could, genius, prodigy, golden followed ideas to the end give any answers you'd want reached escape velocity but I was a frozen revolution caught in orbit, still in this city
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Jun 29, 2025
Jun 29, 2025 at 4:37 AM UTC
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piling up interests in my head profit or debt to be paid? too many passions held; in my heart, more than is said at least, it made me malleable somewhat adaptable cooked in a crucible for you I'd rotate my being shaped like clay to your liking hundred words for you and only you conversations askew to you because I could, genius, prodigy, golden followed ideas to the end give any answers you'd want reached escape velocity but I was a frozen revolution caught in orbit, still in this city
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Jun 29, 2025
Jun 29, 2025 at 4:37 AM UTC
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