With the ink running dry, I no longer felt such desire to create such devices. These were merely figures carved from soap boxes placed behind your ear, begging you to consider a second look. I've not thought of things much, I've not thought of anything else but sleep. And this is where you whisper. I spent this time forgetting objects that were
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