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the past is a dream that comes back, in the waning moments in the sloping seconds taking all images with them
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Mar 26, 2018
Mar 26, 2018 at 10:50 PM UTC
tumultuous vacuum
the past is a dream that comes back, in the waning moments in the sloping seconds taking all images with them
Gadus
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Mar 26, 2018
Mar 26, 2018 at 10:50 PM UTC
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