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Sep 05. 2025
I slip things from crowded rooms to emptier space, No door I do I require, no quick race. From high to low I make things blend, I am the mover, balance is my end.
Sep 05. 2025
I slip things from crowded rooms to emptier space, No door I do I require, no quick race. From high to low I make things blend, I am the mover, balance is my end.