from My Dreams Often Humble Themselves - by
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/ I want nothing more than wings
/ or my soul to cease yearning for flight.
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/ I want to cry out with all…
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/ I want nothing more than wings
/ or my soul to cease yearning for flight.
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/ 2
/ I want to cry out with all…
What if we could make clones of ourselves?
/ You wouldn’t have to go to school
/ You could just send your clone
/ All you’d…