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I call this blood You call that bird feather They are feather They are bleeding bird a blood-colored bird red and falling full of readiness as anything falling Feather blood bird bird Feather blood blood bird Feather Death is never obvious so a bird can also fly down and a catheter bleeds for life Death is never obvious: feather feather and feather.
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Jan 16, 2010
Jan 16, 2010 at 7:00 PM UTC
[feather feather and feather]
I call this blood You call that bird feather They are feather They are bleeding bird a blood-colored bird red and falling full of readiness as anything falling Feather blood bird bird Feather blood blood bird Feather Death is never obvious so a bird can also fly down and a catheter bleeds for life Death is never obvious: feather feather and feather.
leandro-rafael-perez
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Jan 16, 2010
Jan 16, 2010 at 7:00 PM UTC
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