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Keep the flame from her womb lit it is not the kind that engulfs but lights up the inside of libraries and tombs let her have one last word with you a rightful inheritance to bequeath a lasting impression of you shooting away a graceful embrace of the fire trail you leave behind
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Apr 19, 2020
Apr 19, 2020 at 3:54 AM UTC
When last man leaves
Keep the flame from her womb lit it is not the kind that engulfs but lights up the inside of libraries and tombs let her have one last word with you a rightful inheritance to bequeath a lasting impression of you shooting away a graceful embrace of the fire trail you leave behind
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Apr 19, 2020 at 3:54 AM UTC
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