This poem is not Chat GPT I promise to convince you that and I will attempt to convey the human sitting and picking the words from cobweb corners where computers can't find them. there is a beating heart here
five songs last me a month a single playlist i listen to over and over and over chewing it like a piece of gum until it has gone dull and flavorless and I spit it out but when i rediscover
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