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Blue black, the red sun breaks into your eyes. I go crazy running after doves. The lake goes on fire I collect the shells. Luxury of becoming poor. Carpenter will do his job now. Declines to sit, carves a goddess.
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Feb 25, 2019
Feb 25, 2019 at 8:00 PM UTC
Small Birds
Blue black, the red sun breaks into your eyes. I go crazy running after doves. The lake goes on fire I collect the shells. Luxury of becoming poor. Carpenter will do his job now. Declines to sit, carves a goddess.
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Feb 25, 2019
Feb 25, 2019 at 8:00 PM UTC
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