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she said in public the words: to, jest, diabeł. i'll be the hush and imprint where the feet once treaded and with each trot hushed a new horse born to await its buckle for a lineage into gallop as governing a single mistake for a thousand successes to come, erasing the singleton tonne of heavy criticism: the excessive cruelty of the self-conscious among sun and moon and the fates.
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Apr 23, 2016
Apr 23, 2016 at 9:00 PM UTC
seven kings in Romford
she said in public the words: to, jest, diabeł. i'll be the hush and imprint where the feet once treaded and with each trot hushed a new horse born to await its buckle for a lineage into gallop as governing a single mistake for a thousand successes to come, erasing the singleton tonne of heavy criticism: the excessive cruelty of the self-conscious among sun and moon and the fates.
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Apr 23, 2016
Apr 23, 2016 at 9:00 PM UTC
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