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hands, warmer than cheeks hair, not told what to do skin, brushed by the wind mind, unaware of itself.
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Apr 20, 2020
Apr 20, 2020 at 10:41 AM UTC
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hands, warmer than cheeks hair, not told what to do skin, brushed by the wind mind, unaware of itself.
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Apr 20, 2020
Apr 20, 2020 at 10:41 AM UTC
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