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Charred― blueberries. I am returning your gifts of cruel times, when none was crying. Chewed― evidences. I don't want to look at them― to provide the measurement of face. A demoniac― version, of a sweet dialogue, stuck in your throat. You bend double. Epitaphs demand justice. Nobody dies for his god, you want to disappear to take revenge.
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Nov 1, 2017
Nov 1, 2017 at 12:08 AM UTC
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Charred― blueberries. I am returning your gifts of cruel times, when none was crying. Chewed― evidences. I don't want to look at them― to provide the measurement of face. A demoniac― version, of a sweet dialogue, stuck in your throat. You bend double. Epitaphs demand justice. Nobody dies for his god, you want to disappear to take revenge.
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Nov 1, 2017
Nov 1, 2017 at 12:08 AM UTC
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