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It is Sunday  Sundays are rest and wrestling Are knots knotting in stomachs Are heavy with food and feelings with no space left for settling Is a farce, is a distant fallacy like freedom is not mine to have in the world
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Mar 11, 2018
Mar 11, 2018 at 3:58 PM UTC
Sunday
It is Sunday  Sundays are rest and wrestling Are knots knotting in stomachs Are heavy with food and feelings with no space left for settling Is a farce, is a distant fallacy like freedom is not mine to have in the world
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Mar 11, 2018
Mar 11, 2018 at 3:58 PM UTC
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