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Roundandroundwego · 61-69
I have no home other than the earth God made. The human people own what would be home and insist on making me serve the people who live indoors with great gusto to the point of exhaustion. Hail the human! The touchable ones who live like fire on our skin, like a blade in the heart. The people. The folks.