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This crimson orb, maimed the worms of our talk This barren land, remained under concealed grins This pair of petals are gilded within the foggy mist This consign is but a whisper within sleep paralysis
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Dec 23, 2016
Dec 23, 2016 at 10:52 PM UTC
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This crimson orb, maimed the worms of our talk This barren land, remained under concealed grins This pair of petals are gilded within the foggy mist This consign is but a whisper within sleep paralysis
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Dec 23, 2016
Dec 23, 2016 at 10:52 PM UTC
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