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Jul 2021
When the sky suddenly turned purple and the stars fell down to earth you looked me in the eyes, told me we'd be fine. But as the stars had hit the ground with such a horrendously dreadful sound. There was nothing magical nor fine about the stone-cold death we led.
Puck
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Puck  20/F
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     Gerald, ---, Grey and Bogdan Dragos
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