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Oct 14
Across the land,
the sun lays it's golden hands, touching
On my tongue, my name turns to sand, nothing
Sitting in the rain, I bleed onto the grass, dreaming
Diver
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Diver  18/Androgynous/Kashmir
(18/Androgynous/Kashmir)   
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