when i twist paper, i think only of you, in the dark moonshade of a world that has no trees, we are all pillars of respectability, our roots are firm, not shared as in other dimensions, and i think to myself, the sum of all our knowledge is half that what it is meant to be. Yes, we are lonely, but we are not alone. Reach out. do not be troubled, alas there is not need to be.
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