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I would not be who I am if not for anthems and the heater-click hover of bartenders who give strange steam to love this late. Let me in without talking so much. My newness really wants to show you how much all your nothings mean. You are aching alone in the fray— don’t be afraid to do all that we talk of when we belong. I use tonics to soothe the burns of faith, and after seeing the hind legs of evolution, I pretend.

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