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Oct 09. 2025
I travel in circles, but never tire, my hum is soft like a whispered choir. I cool you down when I spin around, what am I, hanging or on the ground?
Oct 09. 2025
I travel in circles, but never tire, my hum is soft like a whispered choir. I cool you down when I spin around, what am I, hanging or on the ground?