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in my homeland, the fishermen widows salt their hearts and hang them to dry. in my homeland, they say there is a cliff where the moon gives birth to the ****** and where the wind whispers and howls until the sails get lost in the far.
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Feb 7, 2016
Feb 7, 2016 at 3:59 AM UTC
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in my homeland, the fishermen widows salt their hearts and hang them to dry. in my homeland, they say there is a cliff where the moon gives birth to the ****** and where the wind whispers and howls until the sails get lost in the far.
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Feb 7, 2016
Feb 7, 2016 at 3:59 AM UTC
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