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The tendrils of smoke, they drift on the slightest zephyr and find their way to you they will find any crack and break you the smoke from a fire, the sublimation of dry ice they don't agree but the goal is the same.
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May 12, 2013
May 12, 2013 at 10:32 PM UTC
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The tendrils of smoke, they drift on the slightest zephyr and find their way to you they will find any crack and break you the smoke from a fire, the sublimation of dry ice they don't agree but the goal is the same.
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May 12, 2013
May 12, 2013 at 10:32 PM UTC
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