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a design of contorted rage flames lick the stale starlit air bald mounds of decaying lives sauntered dreams still linger here presence flowing though time a crescents glow dances these stones mimicking color in dull gray glory these city lives deceive us all
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Nov 13, 2016
Nov 13, 2016 at 11:07 AM UTC
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a design of contorted rage flames lick the stale starlit air bald mounds of decaying lives sauntered dreams still linger here presence flowing though time a crescents glow dances these stones mimicking color in dull gray glory these city lives deceive us all
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Nov 13, 2016
Nov 13, 2016 at 11:07 AM UTC
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