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#insurgents
#        *(you sweet..  succulent,                        tender  little **** "I don't know what to keep and what to throw away, Paul" "All of it, young love..   none of it.. I mean wait..     what?" "All's I'm saying  is.. I can finally see myself  in the reflection, now that the mirror's wiped clean. Problem is..  I can only hold on to it for so long before it all completely goes away again..     the image of me, I mean" "Ah. young Lovely.. the insurgent is embedded   far too deeply  into the City  called,* 'All of who it is that you are' *To engage it or try to take it out right now is  going to create far too much collateral damage" "Then what am I to do.. how am I going to be able to hold on?" "I have an idea, young love..        Shhh..  listen--"* #
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Jul 24, 2023
Jul 24, 2023 at 1:21 PM UTC
Ah.. Goombayaya, young little Gaga