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drop of silver tumbling in the grass twirling threads and swallowed colors mixed results in these haunted lands a fierce light coming from beneath fumbling forth with feet aflame a shallow soul, scrambling, scattered desperation claims the best of them best not to mention the weak
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Oct 23, 2019
Oct 23, 2019 at 12:32 PM UTC
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drop of silver tumbling in the grass twirling threads and swallowed colors mixed results in these haunted lands a fierce light coming from beneath fumbling forth with feet aflame a shallow soul, scrambling, scattered desperation claims the best of them best not to mention the weak
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Oct 23, 2019
Oct 23, 2019 at 12:32 PM UTC
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