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partial of what his world revolved, believed a culture of what beholds, every heart has availed to his hands of countless souls that he intertwined. a cupid played the lyre in genteel, rather than his usual mystic bow and arrow, the sweet sound of what he fancies, a pursuit that he finally found refuge.
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May 24, 2022
May 24, 2022 at 11:24 AM UTC
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partial of what his world revolved, believed a culture of what beholds, every heart has availed to his hands of countless souls that he intertwined. a cupid played the lyre in genteel, rather than his usual mystic bow and arrow, the sweet sound of what he fancies, a pursuit that he finally found refuge.
oh my cupid
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May 24, 2022
May 24, 2022 at 11:24 AM UTC
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