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Wind rushes past glass Tiny cuts I dream drops Of scarlet The faster I ran red Red Red
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Oct 31, 2024
Oct 31, 2024 at 12:27 AM UTC
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Wind rushes past glass Tiny cuts I dream drops Of scarlet The faster I ran red Red Red
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Oct 31, 2024 at 12:27 AM UTC
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