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forget about nice,

there is nothing like this till everything fades away,
even if you have cufflinks, there’s not enough for pairs on each day.
being affluent and handy, everyone agrees, brings you down on a bended knee,
listening for a drip makes your brain a drain. people wear their welcome out long before nuns gather and complain.
nostalgia is a weapon. “i’m taking a load off”', a decree, decisively me . you don’t like us anyways, if you did, you’d concede to give away disbelief. there are many languages all of us animals speak, together in harmony, out of reach. Can you hear me?

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