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Mar 2019
The moons are all neon
A biohazard still fabulous
The apocalypse is upon us
Let the population die

Together we'll grow extinct
Our species already endangered
The moons are still neon, my love
We'll dance to death in the burning lights
Asominate
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Asominate  21/Guyana, South America
(21/Guyana, South America)   
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