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Sep 09. 2026
I have no scales to flash in the sun, Yet I swim in a current that's already begun. I’m built of letters, a slippery prize, Caught in a net of your own clever eyes.
Sep 09. 2026
I have no scales to flash in the sun, Yet I swim in a current that's already begun. I’m built of letters, a slippery prize, Caught in a net of your own clever eyes.