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Break the bones, crush the souls. Doctor’s orders, through and through. Walk the times, turn the keys. Hatred’s fire, grew and grew. No respite, no delight.
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Nov 13, 2017
Nov 13, 2017 at 2:01 AM UTC
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Break the bones, crush the souls. Doctor’s orders, through and through. Walk the times, turn the keys. Hatred’s fire, grew and grew. No respite, no delight.
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Nov 13, 2017
Nov 13, 2017 at 2:01 AM UTC
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