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A danger looms large, permeating in eyes, arms and legs. This was an ethnic divide of the body for different hurts. My voice doesn't reach you. Still I was calling you from thick fog. Some galaxies are half-eyed. Come follow me, I will show you a burning comet with a heart of ice. Dust takes revenge. One day burning glass will ask the price of living. I knew you will attack from within to become a ghost. How much less I knew?
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Aug 7, 2019
Aug 7, 2019 at 8:26 PM UTC
Not Being With Self
A danger looms large, permeating in eyes, arms and legs. This was an ethnic divide of the body for different hurts. My voice doesn't reach you. Still I was calling you from thick fog. Some galaxies are half-eyed. Come follow me, I will show you a burning comet with a heart of ice. Dust takes revenge. One day burning glass will ask the price of living. I knew you will attack from within to become a ghost. How much less I knew?
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Aug 7, 2019
Aug 7, 2019 at 8:26 PM UTC
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