If we are Nature's detour to get to five great names, you are number six, just neglected by these days. With all the confusion around hate, schedules, and possibilities, under solar-system simulations, your hesitations elegy. These are the last days we'll spend in this room, another temporary shell to help me protect you. On any ordinary night, a sip would last a song, but tonight you're up, on your way out the door
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