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You are: a pile of spent lighters sunrays through smoke a searing bath, which feels like an embrace we will meet at the threshold of water and oil. we will meet at the brink of night and day.
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Jun 9, 2018
Jun 9, 2018 at 7:12 PM UTC
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You are: a pile of spent lighters sunrays through smoke a searing bath, which feels like an embrace we will meet at the threshold of water and oil. we will meet at the brink of night and day.
for Isa
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Jun 9, 2018
Jun 9, 2018 at 7:12 PM UTC
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