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I ***** I fumble. I do not seek any death. You will divide, my body, my soul. Concealing a double of god, you disappear in zero visibility. The bullets, the knife. Will they break the pride of defying the norms? The nonviolence speaks from podium. Hate breeds hate. Would you drop the weapons for enemy? A rose will say I don't know.
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Jan 19, 2018
Jan 19, 2018 at 10:45 PM UTC
The Dead Don't Care
I ***** I fumble. I do not seek any death. You will divide, my body, my soul. Concealing a double of god, you disappear in zero visibility. The bullets, the knife. Will they break the pride of defying the norms? The nonviolence speaks from podium. Hate breeds hate. Would you drop the weapons for enemy? A rose will say I don't know.
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Jan 19, 2018
Jan 19, 2018 at 10:45 PM UTC
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