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A tardy spirit, when you cannot change yourself. The blue birds laugh. Most needed was the economy of words for the brutal future. Take my footpath and walk towards the galaxy to read human cost.
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Aug 26, 2019
Aug 26, 2019 at 11:23 PM UTC
Last Dawn
A tardy spirit, when you cannot change yourself. The blue birds laugh. Most needed was the economy of words for the brutal future. Take my footpath and walk towards the galaxy to read human cost.
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Aug 26, 2019
Aug 26, 2019 at 11:23 PM UTC
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