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i dont know what to do with them: darkness upon us like water over ember holding something close and tight knowing that you can't own it we share the same world but we do not talk is this not a small world i keep meeting her i believe that there is a pot of gold at the end of a rainbow. but there is no end to a rainbow at the strike of the hour write with fire stop, take the turn take the detour snail looking at the foot above it -end- For you.
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