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Except Family

Never tocking, always ticking My internal rhythm abounds Always stopping, seeking sounds Something inside said aloud Just now

Is it me, by another face? Or a dress wearing another name. I fear it not, but alas I am not Entirely sure what any of us are

Except family, except home, Except Exception as e: Wishing you all the best. From my weird internal family.