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My Silver Home

by satsih-verma

Can you share your success? You give pain to everyone. You were stealing the happiness of poors. A priceless stigma to be lifted from the cemetery of the creative zombies. I am turning back all the gods. The truth has no names no home. Only souls live to wait for the white bodies.
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