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My arrows reach almost so high where my mind lives and fall back down bearing smithereens My tiny sirens heaven-haunted
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Oct 2, 2020
Oct 2, 2020 at 7:17 PM UTC
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My arrows reach almost so high where my mind lives and fall back down bearing smithereens My tiny sirens heaven-haunted
July 2020
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Oct 2, 2020
Oct 2, 2020 at 7:17 PM UTC
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