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Oct 29
From the lips I cannot read
me, your love. The fierce life has a high
price. It is poetry of embraces.

What would I do to reach
the milestone? It would be better to go
nowhere to find the dust of a tornado.

How many lessons, you need
to remain human .The ****** give and take
reflect the fall of drinking tears.
Written by
Satsih Verma
53
   Mike Adam
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