I’m right on the steps of a hall. Hubris. It helped the heaving of having been there in some same past. That is all where I lived, for my changes. Sky neutral and bone- ready. I was ready. A boy bluffed he wasn’t. I couldn’t change pronounishly. Oh I hummed him but can I be fluent about myself. About the plus or minus light of day I do this in. And am there for.
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