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Jul 2018
"Then, the feelings leave: Like the Afternoons, the Owl and the Greetings.

"Cupido tried hard to shoot me, I told him not to do it, because I am Archer and I know of Arrows... he doesn't know about that, he just likes to shoot.

"Not me, **** it
I build arrows
And I know, listen to me, Reader.
... that the Arrows don't know to love!".
Emil Cerda
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Emil Cerda  18/M/The Dominican Republic
(18/M/The Dominican Republic)   
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