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¨-~:^$££££ mirrors, prisms, and various things to ££££$^:~-¨
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¨¨¨¨¨-~^££ myself, songs and poetry, and found ££^~-¨¨¨¨¨
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¨¨¨¨¨¨~^£¶ of their lives, play the guitar for me, ¶£^~¨¨¨¨¨¨
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¨-~:^$£¶## completely reset overnight: synth ##¶£$^:~-¨
¨-~:^$£¶## patches removed, food uneaten, wounds ##¶£$^:~-¨
¨-~:^$£¶## healed, and wherever and whenever i'd ##¶£$^:~-¨
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¨¨¨¨¨-:^££ accidents where i lose stuff by ££^:-¨¨¨¨¨
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¨-~:^$£¶## the cottage tries to communicate. here, ##¶£$^:~-¨
¨¨¨¨-:$$£¶ it's not endless but connected to a ¶£$$:-¨¨¨¨
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