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Death is like Origami paper which spills from a old woman's face INTENSELY until all her melatonin skin dissaPears and all that is left is an empty             Volume of space oncefullofthethingsthat made her UnIqUe
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Aug 6, 2014
Aug 6, 2014 at 7:50 AM UTC
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Death is like Origami paper which spills from a old woman's face INTENSELY until all her melatonin skin dissaPears and all that is left is an empty             Volume of space oncefullofthethingsthat made her UnIqUe
DontExist
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Aug 6, 2014
Aug 6, 2014 at 7:50 AM UTC
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