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night perched herself to prune her pitch black wings the edges cadet blue thus rub her Tuscany beck upon the iron castle of stars what shine through
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Sep 14, 2018
Sep 14, 2018 at 8:00 PM UTC
Iron Castle of Stars
night perched herself to prune her pitch black wings the edges cadet blue thus rub her Tuscany beck upon the iron castle of stars what shine through
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Sep 14, 2018
Sep 14, 2018 at 8:00 PM UTC
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