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Jul 2021
Will you give me an
abstract of the ****** of a blind
well? I always jumped into an ocean.

It ejects me on the sand.
The second *** intervenes to start
bargaining of dreams with the moons.

The global pain moves
Written by
Satsih Verma
67
   Brett
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