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Dec 2021
wicked questions are left behind at the end of the road
however, evry stop was easy passed

and solitude was a desolate spot at the end of the day
but our dreams have captured us

always comes empty,living is at the end of the love
whereas hearts runs to the abyss
Semihten5
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Semihten5  42/Turkey
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