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My socks never come out in pairs from the laundry, always mismatched.
Morning spills across rooftops like forgotten paint. Birds sketch the sky with their wings, careless and exact. Daylight is an artist that never stops practicing, and each dawn is another unfinished canvas.
lets work it. folks.
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