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21/11/3 the grass on the hill speaks nothing until our ears open with age and the demons dark will loses meaning the soft melody of piece sends a thrill to the harbor of will and causes a self into being action a skill learned from birth to grave we pay not attention to continous pain and we travel
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Jun 6, 2022
Jun 6, 2022 at 3:35 PM UTC
the hill
21/11/3 the grass on the hill speaks nothing until our ears open with age and the demons dark will loses meaning the soft melody of piece sends a thrill to the harbor of will and causes a self into being action a skill learned from birth to grave we pay not attention to continous pain and we travel
mark-wanless
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Jun 6, 2022
Jun 6, 2022 at 3:35 PM UTC
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