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Who can live in this quiet as dog's songs splinter carmine pressure Equatorial walls capture half howls through gristle lenses One drop of ash scars the maps At last her eye is the string torn from the hem of the ****
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Nov 25, 2011
Nov 25, 2011 at 2:53 AM UTC
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Who can live in this quiet as dog's songs splinter carmine pressure Equatorial walls capture half howls through gristle lenses One drop of ash scars the maps At last her eye is the string torn from the hem of the ****
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Nov 25, 2011
Nov 25, 2011 at 2:53 AM UTC
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