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You were not true to god. I was playing with fire for resuscitation to search violets in your eyes. The sameness was very typical. We cry at the same time. to move away from burning calendars. A single kiss of Agni will make the ashes of bickering moons. I want to die no more.
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Jul 5, 2021
Jul 5, 2021 at 10:52 PM UTC
Flying In Vacuum
You were not true to god. I was playing with fire for resuscitation to search violets in your eyes. The sameness was very typical. We cry at the same time. to move away from burning calendars. A single kiss of Agni will make the ashes of bickering moons. I want to die no more.
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Jul 5, 2021
Jul 5, 2021 at 10:52 PM UTC
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