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Dec 2018
I brought a thought with out paper, small openings wallow trolls no longer prosper, the iris breeds hands that are virtual
lilies grow wings as the winds have fallen, calendars evolve
steadfast witty watching time.
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rayner
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rayner  29/M/new zealand
(29/M/new zealand)   
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