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Feeling like the plague, I move place to place; from death. We breed suffering.
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May 2, 2015
May 2, 2015 at 7:59 AM UTC
The View From the Moon
Feeling like the plague, I move place to place; from death. We breed suffering.
Respond with more force than the gravity that's pressed upon you.
shawnreeder
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May 2, 2015
May 2, 2015 at 7:59 AM UTC
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