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Weapons primed and ready; Round the troops, sound the sirens. Snipers, hold your rifle steady for the battle of the irons. Pride and Hatred take a stance. Violence crouches - taking aim. Never takes a second glance before he fires across the plane. She lies helpless in the street. Shot down in violent fashion. Pleading peace in her defeat. The victim's name is Compassion.
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Jul 23, 2020
Jul 23, 2020 at 2:23 AM UTC
War Games
Weapons primed and ready; Round the troops, sound the sirens. Snipers, hold your rifle steady for the battle of the irons. Pride and Hatred take a stance. Violence crouches - taking aim. Never takes a second glance before he fires across the plane. She lies helpless in the street. Shot down in violent fashion. Pleading peace in her defeat. The victim's name is Compassion.
Kids playing Cowboys and Indians
JA-Perkins
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38/M/Right here
Jul 23, 2020
Jul 23, 2020 at 2:23 AM UTC
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