Giddy up! Giddy up! Your carriage is waiting, the bells are singing! ♫⋆｡♪ ₊˚♬ ﾟ.

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I’m just looking for a friend. Her voice is ringing through my window. The sun is rising through my window.

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            In the meantime, I’ve been sketching the underbelly of hulls; the minnows and stripers twiddling their thumbs, having waited all this time to sneak a glimpse of, at least.

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The raft has crossed over the strait. “What’s it like on the other side?” Asked one minnow from the rear-end of the line.

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            “Breeze is cooler,” said the hull.

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My voice shakes every chorus to pieces. I’m confused as to what I should be singing, insofar there is anything to say.

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            Waves and time lap up my left side, churning the world softly like a lazy susan. 

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Men slink away in the off hours—giddy up boys, the carriage is waiting!