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when earthquakes shiver when thunder drifts down from the hills all the citizens burn down their home and rip down the gate to their city a trickle of rain sends them reeling sprinting in circles for the end of the world grabbing on to rubble in an attempt to keep their balance it sure feels nice to be hungry
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Sep 27, 2019
Sep 27, 2019 at 9:03 AM UTC
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when earthquakes shiver when thunder drifts down from the hills all the citizens burn down their home and rip down the gate to their city a trickle of rain sends them reeling sprinting in circles for the end of the world grabbing on to rubble in an attempt to keep their balance it sure feels nice to be hungry
clearing out my drafts
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20/F/New York
Sep 27, 2019
Sep 27, 2019 at 9:03 AM UTC
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