reconsideration.
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آخر تحديث: اثنين, ينا ٦, ٢٠٢٠
What a thrill to be a thought: thin as a film strip, thrust into a cacophony. Yet it's funny how I've met
my loneliness as a friend. I've searched for my soul in heated hands and histories, token treasures and stolen homes. All that came was a hollow ghost.
And so I'll resign, revisit, restart: find my heart in the reaching realms, realms called reconsideration.
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