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Jul 2014
Bring me

A time where food was for eating;
Thus, no hunger, nor over eating.
A time where clothes were for warmth;
Thus, no cold, no glamour.
A time where night did not sheath criminals;
Thus, dreams were merrily spoken.
A time where humanity was whole;
Thus, no discrimination.
A moment where time didn't exist;
Thus, no one sweated being late.

Time came and it went..
tick tock tick tock tick tock

(Wanted to make this one clear... I can't hold it in)
Kenshō
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Kenshō  M
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   Ɲardeeɳ and stéphane noir
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