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sun in the creases of the hand white roses withered vengeance of shades and misery vendetta-machinegun israeli uzis and sand a child's grin is the big fire in the iris of the lion; right? the lion is a dead radio
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May 13, 2020
May 13, 2020 at 4:08 PM UTC
Fire
sun in the creases of the hand white roses withered vengeance of shades and misery vendetta-machinegun israeli uzis and sand a child's grin is the big fire in the iris of the lion; right? the lion is a dead radio
Today is a good day.
#fire#sun#sunshine#nature#rose#vengeance#misery#child#kid#lion
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M/Inner Shelter
May 13, 2020
May 13, 2020 at 4:08 PM UTC
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