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Look My arms Have no hands They are but clubs My gift from the Interahamwe soldiers Machetes chopping old, young, everyone Children, wife dead One ****** April Night
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Feb 6, 2020
Feb 6, 2020 at 12:09 PM UTC
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Look My arms Have no hands They are but clubs My gift from the Interahamwe soldiers Machetes chopping old, young, everyone Children, wife dead One ****** April Night
A man told me this story
ellis-reyes
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Feb 6, 2020
Feb 6, 2020 at 12:09 PM UTC
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