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Wanna ****** the curse of phoenix Knocking the door of dead desert Your muslin shirt slipped out of my hand Seizing the fragrance out of my soul My pocket clock skipping the beat Luckily not my heart The more the breeze hits my face The more I get rough.
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Aug 26, 2019
Aug 26, 2019 at 7:22 AM UTC
Scars of Moon Blooming in June
Wanna ****** the curse of phoenix Knocking the door of dead desert Your muslin shirt slipped out of my hand Seizing the fragrance out of my soul My pocket clock skipping the beat Luckily not my heart The more the breeze hits my face The more I get rough.
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20/F/Kolkata
Aug 26, 2019
Aug 26, 2019 at 7:22 AM UTC
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