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Dust of dawn, red of sun Hell bent on losses winning On chances. I am the discoursed wind flowimg Like waters edge Over lost eyes and questions Remain, Silence happens And laced within the legend Of never was. Why didnt I? Haunted happens too.
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Jul 3, 2019
Jul 3, 2019 at 2:59 AM UTC
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Dust of dawn, red of sun Hell bent on losses winning On chances. I am the discoursed wind flowimg Like waters edge Over lost eyes and questions Remain, Silence happens And laced within the legend Of never was. Why didnt I? Haunted happens too.
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Jul 3, 2019
Jul 3, 2019 at 2:59 AM UTC
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