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High sounds of Jet engines, Hot sun on Hot skin, Dormant minds In dormant bodies, Stranded animals In soulless sleep. Purposelees Pointless Beings come To nothing. No day is different And our salvation Still deleayed.
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Jul 11, 2019
Jul 11, 2019 at 6:39 AM UTC
On Crete
High sounds of Jet engines, Hot sun on Hot skin, Dormant minds In dormant bodies, Stranded animals In soulless sleep. Purposelees Pointless Beings come To nothing. No day is different And our salvation Still deleayed.
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77/M/Manchester
Jul 11, 2019
Jul 11, 2019 at 6:39 AM UTC
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