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Ah now, behold this bird. This silly little bird. Holding in his claw his piece of bread. His feathers white, his yellow comb. So proud to show his comb, designed to catch the eye of that other he's so attentive to. Though she indifferent…
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stepped away from meafter leaning on melike I was a wallmy face felt stiffyour fingers stoppedyour body was coldthrough my clothesI touched your buttons
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The ground didn't merely shake-it shuddered with a rhythnic, bone-jarring thrum: the thump-thump-thump of a thousand Fee-Fi-Fo-Fums
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unite! This is what we came here for, like a stranger, or not, to feel something deeper than real fire. Daisies of the free multiverse, I never meant to hurt you. Daisies of the multiverse, we used to understand each other without too…
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