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Love hours. When you cover your face with hands, light dims. I enter your interocular space, to understand the truth ofdissent. I am learning from you about the black theory. You wanted to- take titanic steps in small feet. Human facts. I cannot breathe. You possess the power of manipulation. A bird doesn't know.
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Nov 13, 2019
Nov 13, 2019 at 9:30 PM UTC
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Love hours. When you cover your face with hands, light dims. I enter your interocular space, to understand the truth ofdissent. I am learning from you about the black theory. You wanted to- take titanic steps in small feet. Human facts. I cannot breathe. You possess the power of manipulation. A bird doesn't know.
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Nov 13, 2019
Nov 13, 2019 at 9:30 PM UTC
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