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A single line, undefined, hangs to make your life vulnerable. The drifting starts. You fumble for the right― text, to convey the urgency of a moratorium. The dew on the grass, was not ready to accept the rainbow of false promises. Flat refusal comes from the deprived homes. The poverty has become a sin. The elegant procession of the king was throwing dust in our eyes.
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Oct 17, 2016
Oct 17, 2016 at 12:01 AM UTC
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A single line, undefined, hangs to make your life vulnerable. The drifting starts. You fumble for the right― text, to convey the urgency of a moratorium. The dew on the grass, was not ready to accept the rainbow of false promises. Flat refusal comes from the deprived homes. The poverty has become a sin. The elegant procession of the king was throwing dust in our eyes.
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Oct 17, 2016
Oct 17, 2016 at 12:01 AM UTC
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