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I wake up and see the light of the world in my son, tinged with golden waves of orange and amber, caressed in the luck of nine lives, I remember when you opened my world, fierce hunter.
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Aug 30, 2019
Aug 30, 2019 at 6:48 PM UTC
Ever Flowing August Always My Son
I wake up and see the light of the world in my son, tinged with golden waves of orange and amber, caressed in the luck of nine lives, I remember when you opened my world, fierce hunter.
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Aug 30, 2019
Aug 30, 2019 at 6:48 PM UTC
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