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The village burned with a hatred of another, minds regarded as numbers. As the smoke died down not a sound was heard among the charred. Minds wasted for profit. Minds wasted for gain.
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Mar 13, 2017
Mar 13, 2017 at 12:47 PM UTC
villa
The village burned with a hatred of another, minds regarded as numbers. As the smoke died down not a sound was heard among the charred. Minds wasted for profit. Minds wasted for gain.
sagesh
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Mar 13, 2017
Mar 13, 2017 at 12:47 PM UTC
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