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Nov 2020
I heard a clock that made a moan which resonated with my past.

The trail of ashtrays that reminded me that I was last.

Boots was suffocating while a loud banging drum

**** biting lips emoji
GEOENGINEERED CARABAO
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GEOENGINEERED CARABAO  16/M/camp odonel
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