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the dove labored by his own beak; the last breathed breath lungs are filled with the salt of the sea **** to the shackled, the non-free do you care, or is it a play to see what you can get breathe in what's left of the clean we polluted divinity diluted of air cleared, not yet
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Feb 24, 2021
Feb 24, 2021 at 4:38 AM UTC
The Dove That Comes Back, Empty
the dove labored by his own beak; the last breathed breath lungs are filled with the salt of the sea **** to the shackled, the non-free do you care, or is it a play to see what you can get breathe in what's left of the clean we polluted divinity diluted of air cleared, not yet
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Feb 24, 2021
Feb 24, 2021 at 4:38 AM UTC
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