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The whip lands on labyrinth of lines. The shout, filled with a hopeless prayer - ”jahve!” The scream, prelude of the charm that death whispers. Pharaoh takes a bite sweet grapes satisfy as much as the queen's ********
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Mar 12, 2018
Mar 12, 2018 at 1:44 PM UTC
Moses Was Not Around Yet
The whip lands on labyrinth of lines. The shout, filled with a hopeless prayer - ”jahve!” The scream, prelude of the charm that death whispers. Pharaoh takes a bite sweet grapes satisfy as much as the queen's ********
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Mar 12, 2018
Mar 12, 2018 at 1:44 PM UTC
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