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May 2019
Every arrow was not in a target.
Dreams were far away from our body.
Which sort of desires are unknowable.
Hidden in the deepths of the swamp.

the questions you ask will not come true
never
Semihten5
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Semihten5  42/Turkey
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     Timothy and Tim Zac Hollingsworth
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