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I see the horizon change when her eyes dry. She's made of constellations. I hold her soul with the deepest devotion. The world hurts when she hurts, thunder and tropical storms. Religion is a product of her.
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Apr 26, 2016
Apr 26, 2016 at 10:48 AM UTC
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I see the horizon change when her eyes dry. She's made of constellations. I hold her soul with the deepest devotion. The world hurts when she hurts, thunder and tropical storms. Religion is a product of her.
marco-batista
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Apr 26, 2016
Apr 26, 2016 at 10:48 AM UTC
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