see what my hand has written so large I can be distant from it and still take the letters home to my brain a house of the shifting with only one immovable chair to sit in and watch the door for the friend still believed in
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see what my hand has written so large I can be distant from it and still take the letters home to my brain a house of the shifting with only one immovable chair to sit in and watch the door for the friend still believed in