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You want more charity from poor, collecting moon seeds to brighten black walls. * My eyes become lakes, you would walk in moon, when monologue ends. * Why dip your fingers in blood of sacred book and drawing two wings?
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Jun 19, 2019
Jun 19, 2019 at 9:03 PM UTC
Feeling The Terror
You want more charity from poor, collecting moon seeds to brighten black walls. * My eyes become lakes, you would walk in moon, when monologue ends. * Why dip your fingers in blood of sacred book and drawing two wings?
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Jun 19, 2019
Jun 19, 2019 at 9:03 PM UTC
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