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in the surveillance of our story, 850 seconds perhaps, in glorified memory, little jews open their eyes amongst the flaming sculptural spire and the third of her name, Jerusalem, (is it him?) (artistic was her surname) unfortunately, her ID, consumed by torch & flame (.........) another mourning, another brown, & soggy & tasteless ******* day in which to despair at the state of her very purposeful Occidental ways surrounded by fake patriotism & fourteenths & sevens & May contrast the Marseillaise's rightful sudden death      [ violet haze ] the saddened by the tragedy have more to lose at stake
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Apr 16, 2019
Apr 16, 2019 at 8:13 AM UTC
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in the surveillance of our story, 850 seconds perhaps, in glorified memory, little jews open their eyes amongst the flaming sculptural spire and the third of her name, Jerusalem, (is it him?) (artistic was her surname) unfortunately, her ID, consumed by torch & flame (.........) another mourning, another brown, & soggy & tasteless ******* day in which to despair at the state of her very purposeful Occidental ways surrounded by fake patriotism & fourteenths & sevens & May contrast the Marseillaise's rightful sudden death      [ violet haze ] the saddened by the tragedy have more to lose at stake
Al'Aqsa, Notre Dame, you deserved so much better
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Apr 16, 2019
Apr 16, 2019 at 8:13 AM UTC
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