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this is the holding father bent from the weight of his child ear to eardrop a hospital tree in aftermath hunched to the loss of discovery this is day 39 of 40 observations each day I have so many children to name differently I don’t remember the first time you were here anymore I am blessed to see your toes hear a storm when the storm is distant
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Jul 25, 2013
Jul 25, 2013 at 4:26 PM UTC
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this is the holding father bent from the weight of his child ear to eardrop a hospital tree in aftermath hunched to the loss of discovery this is day 39 of 40 observations each day I have so many children to name differently I don’t remember the first time you were here anymore I am blessed to see your toes hear a storm when the storm is distant
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Jul 25, 2013
Jul 25, 2013 at 4:26 PM UTC
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