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Mar 2015
The sun is gone , the lights are on , we slowly circle towards the dawn . The endless deep beckons sleep , I listen while the willows weep . Warm in subconscious revelry I lie and think of what Iā€™d be and struggle for eternity .
Toreinss Pinwinkel III
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Toreinss Pinwinkel III  72/M/California
(72/M/California)   
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