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I spectate a sharp face, once capable of temptation, shift to an eerie expression, In the afterglow of a flame I can no longer cultivate.
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Aug 6, 2020
Aug 6, 2020 at 7:18 AM UTC
Afterglow
I spectate a sharp face, once capable of temptation, shift to an eerie expression, In the afterglow of a flame I can no longer cultivate.
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Aug 6, 2020
Aug 6, 2020 at 7:18 AM UTC
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