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To ignore the desert winds, the beckoning of glittering gourges and dreams of melting rocks turning to storms of steam. The doctor worries for me, my lungs are filled with sand castles
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Dec 30, 2015
Dec 30, 2015 at 8:08 PM UTC
Desert Tides
To ignore the desert winds, the beckoning of glittering gourges and dreams of melting rocks turning to storms of steam. The doctor worries for me, my lungs are filled with sand castles
Pogykt
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Dec 30, 2015
Dec 30, 2015 at 8:08 PM UTC
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