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Junkyards. Filled with oreos. And dogs. And cracked windshields. And not at much filth as a filth-ridden hilt on a sword of a king or a god.
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Feb 20, 2018
Feb 20, 2018 at 5:22 AM UTC
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Junkyards. Filled with oreos. And dogs. And cracked windshields. And not at much filth as a filth-ridden hilt on a sword of a king or a god.
#junkyard#war#power#atrocity
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Feb 20, 2018
Feb 20, 2018 at 5:22 AM UTC
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