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Apr 2015
Was sitting on a chair and dreaming,
that I'd go out someday for fishing, again.
This world had us like a satan.
We miss everything that is going.
Woah! Fastest (and crappeiest creation) of mine! :P
A Purple Moon
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A Purple Moon  18/M/India
(18/M/India)   
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   zebra, --- and NuBlaccSoul
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