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Don’t want to move. Just
stay with these pages. Like full
Lions. Lay.
Not holding mood for responsibility.
Not 2day. Think that
sorry doesn’t speak my sound.
Call Self back. But I’m blocked.
This year, new. Newer. Promising.
Finally. Pangea.
Leave Room, can’t. We’re linked.
Does that look strange, on this page’s
Range? I need a dose of new words.
Weather winds me into new city Rooms.
Do I just give gratitude, leave? Dance in reads …