Curiosity Won't Kill The Cat
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Last published Tue, Dec 12, 2023
"I can't control my curiosity
My curiosity is controlling me."
We have reasons for all we are doing.
We have untold stories.
Do lies for good cause are acceptable?
Who is gonna keep secret until the end?
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