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Sad corners Dark caves Fumed pits Dark lagoons Dead reflections Caged souls Black forests Breeze turning chilled whistles Possibility of life Bigger possibility of ghosts. True that it divides a face Vertical divisions First choices Its stoppage before the lips. A small tear - hideout of an entire negativity. Horizontal division is day to day living. A perfect rule - we divide in different ways we cross paths for a cancellation.
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May 1, 2017
May 1, 2017 at 8:43 AM UTC
Divisions
Sad corners Dark caves Fumed pits Dark lagoons Dead reflections Caged souls Black forests Breeze turning chilled whistles Possibility of life Bigger possibility of ghosts. True that it divides a face Vertical divisions First choices Its stoppage before the lips. A small tear - hideout of an entire negativity. Horizontal division is day to day living. A perfect rule - we divide in different ways we cross paths for a cancellation.
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daipayan-nair
Silchar, Assam, India
May 1, 2017
May 1, 2017 at 8:43 AM UTC
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