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May 2021
cut the chord,
show me ten of swords
. i'll absorb it
or just force it back into the vortexx,
he said, that death was coming for me next.
how bout you call the birds to talk about that ****...
going solo,
what's left of the tribe
Striving to chop off heads
Bowedbranches
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Bowedbranches  26/F/TN, Usa
(26/F/TN, Usa)   
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