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return
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minus
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since we both abandoned this place we used to call our own, I ask you... is everything okay? can you ever forgive me? do you know that I still care/ Is it really a return, or have we never left?
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010521
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plus
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when you abandoned this place, you abandoned me as well. mr. napalm is always here. but why should plus still exist?
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010521
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minus
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five months later and guess what.... we've grown closer, even though we're apart. what's my name fool?!?
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010626
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alvarny
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Once in a long while, I will come back to Blather... like a feverish recurring dream.
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171026
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raze
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"a man once told me that going home always meant returning to who you were. but i think of it as the opposite, that you're different and everyone thinks you're still the same. you are both impostor and original." — chloe n. clark
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220619
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insouciant
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Swirling slightly lightheaded Enveloped, drifting Singing yet silent Blurry slurry Drift away, empty Float waves listless Awash wishing One moment more Fingertips dance alive Patter softly new Return, return, return Show me those weepy eyes
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220717
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epitome of incomprehensibility
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(I read this last entry twice, swept along by the flow of the words. Welcome, or welcome back if you've been here before! Many happy returns of the blather, if that makes or doesn't make sense.)
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220718
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insouciant
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(fresh blood, inviting hands. I appreciate you)
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220719
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what's it to you?
who
go
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blather
from
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