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When you take a false lead, life will undo the seeds and the cataracts freeze. This is the story of a butterfly, in disturbing amber buried in snowfall. Can your body take the imprints of flogging? When you start sketching the polar ice in the story of death, compounding the mystry of unleashing sea of the fawn eyes, whose message was sent in water?
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Mar 6, 2017
Mar 6, 2017 at 7:07 PM UTC
Revealing
When you take a false lead, life will undo the seeds and the cataracts freeze. This is the story of a butterfly, in disturbing amber buried in snowfall. Can your body take the imprints of flogging? When you start sketching the polar ice in the story of death, compounding the mystry of unleashing sea of the fawn eyes, whose message was sent in water?
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Mar 6, 2017
Mar 6, 2017 at 7:07 PM UTC
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