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Dec 07. 2025
I’m six in a row but not marching in sense, A scrambled formation that still feels immense. You touch me to speak though I’m never a voice Name the odd lineup that wasn’t a choice.
Dec 07. 2025
I’m six in a row but not marching in sense, A scrambled formation that still feels immense. You touch me to speak though I’m never a voice Name the odd lineup that wasn’t a choice.