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i listen to a prophet and smoke a rolled tobacco blunt as i write this where is peace, for the simple or even bliss for the black of mind and soul. I feel a holy desire to pull down mountains to the land of the gods i aspire but, do i have what they require
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Jan 12, 2019
Jan 12, 2019 at 7:40 AM UTC
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i listen to a prophet and smoke a rolled tobacco blunt as i write this where is peace, for the simple or even bliss for the black of mind and soul. I feel a holy desire to pull down mountains to the land of the gods i aspire but, do i have what they require
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Jan 12, 2019
Jan 12, 2019 at 7:40 AM UTC
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