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Wherever Not Sure I stopped asking for an address Morning was enough destination Map folded into pocket I kept only the immediate Wherever not sure began to feel like home That is the mind Simplicity This Beat No more orders or stipulated stupidity on repeat Told conformity and its whorish horror to be in seat (6-29-2026)

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