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I can sense them at dark hours, They start flying in the air, Coming together, Getting glued, Doing miracles, Going out of the way to make this happen. And it only happens on the shore of wholesome solitude~~
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Feb 22, 2017
Feb 22, 2017 at 2:48 AM UTC
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I can sense them at dark hours, They start flying in the air, Coming together, Getting glued, Doing miracles, Going out of the way to make this happen. And it only happens on the shore of wholesome solitude~~
murad-husain
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Feb 22, 2017
Feb 22, 2017 at 2:48 AM UTC
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