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Once I was a preserver a wayfarer a maker but later you turned me into a useless stargazer by losing the will of being your tracer I ceded my kismet on becoming an engraver I grew to be nothing but a moveless eraser
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Jun 6, 2018
Jun 6, 2018 at 3:40 PM UTC
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Once I was a preserver a wayfarer a maker but later you turned me into a useless stargazer by losing the will of being your tracer I ceded my kismet on becoming an engraver I grew to be nothing but a moveless eraser
diana-bosa-engler
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Jun 6, 2018
Jun 6, 2018 at 3:40 PM UTC
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