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Good morning undealt hand, Unspilt sand varies thy time between distant minds!! Another lonesome life today I preserve? Nothing to be heard, All things are so unsure when thine dead burieth thy own dead!!! Is that thou? Or thine past prisoner's number??
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May 23, 2015
May 23, 2015 at 8:06 PM UTC
thou or thy past prisoners number
Good morning undealt hand, Unspilt sand varies thy time between distant minds!! Another lonesome life today I preserve? Nothing to be heard, All things are so unsure when thine dead burieth thy own dead!!! Is that thou? Or thine past prisoner's number??
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May 23, 2015
May 23, 2015 at 8:06 PM UTC
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