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his hands are those of a saint and his body just like a monsoon conveys my sweet tangibility and the world doesn't even exist
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May 1, 2013
May 1, 2013 at 10:53 AM UTC
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his hands are those of a saint and his body just like a monsoon conveys my sweet tangibility and the world doesn't even exist
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May 1, 2013
May 1, 2013 at 10:53 AM UTC
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