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Jan 26. 2026
I’m small enough to fit in hands, yet big enough to spark new lands. I’m not a tool, but I get used, for joy, for calm, for being amused. I may be plush, or made of steel, I’m not alive yet I feel real.
Jan 26. 2026
I’m small enough to fit in hands, yet big enough to spark new lands. I’m not a tool, but I get used, for joy, for calm, for being amused. I may be plush, or made of steel, I’m not alive yet I feel real.