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the stream

by @HakiimMusic

There came a time when I realized the river flowed outwards The west became Sahara and east Bombay. The golden chops grinned in greed. My lips were full in windy cold winter, and you became hoarding supply-less supply.

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Dec 12, 2021

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Tags: #hakiim #hakiimmusic #greed #gold #river #stream #reciprocity

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