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Cold stars
Mother I worry you will understand the hack
Become a turtle
And eat your egg
And you will look at me
With frigid eyes
And make me go my way
Tasting the odourless water.
Become a turtle
And eat your egg
And you will look at me
With frigid eyes
And make me go my way
Tasting the odourless water.
Published 24th Apr 2023
| Edited 26th Sep 2023
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