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There is a treasure hidden in Palestine where the formless predict the past, and in it's trap I've been smitten, and my death, filled with life looms.
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Oct 4, 2018
Oct 4, 2018 at 11:52 AM UTC
Treasure
There is a treasure hidden in Palestine where the formless predict the past, and in it's trap I've been smitten, and my death, filled with life looms.
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Oct 4, 2018
Oct 4, 2018 at 11:52 AM UTC
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