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A brash and destructive rage pulls the petals of life from a sun-drenched flower. How the tears and rain have nothing to grow, but brash and destructive rage.
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Jan 4, 2016
Jan 4, 2016 at 7:28 PM UTC
Lachrymose, My Darling.
A brash and destructive rage pulls the petals of life from a sun-drenched flower. How the tears and rain have nothing to grow, but brash and destructive rage.
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Jan 4, 2016
Jan 4, 2016 at 7:28 PM UTC
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