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In every language this written words must be  wrecked To indulge the pure drops of the sullen catastrophe To feel the wounded  words coming from madness and rage In this suffocated world, full-filled with incapacitate action Unfavorable of all the triumphs
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Feb 9, 2015
Feb 9, 2015 at 3:28 AM UTC
In my veins
In every language this written words must be  wrecked To indulge the pure drops of the sullen catastrophe To feel the wounded  words coming from madness and rage In this suffocated world, full-filled with incapacitate action Unfavorable of all the triumphs
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Feb 9, 2015
Feb 9, 2015 at 3:28 AM UTC
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