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On clouds bright in plume sit sentients in suns perfume voices sing laments in claim on souls beneath in venting rain heart wakes silence to its skin its press of fire in to akin resonance hails wishes wild in plenty to alls willing smile its grin be empty of repose sharp its essence on its toes set flight to colors green on red high in its hum its living head release to grip its praise upholds announce upon its in disposed
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Jun 11, 2020
Jun 11, 2020 at 2:40 PM UTC
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On clouds bright in plume sit sentients in suns perfume voices sing laments in claim on souls beneath in venting rain heart wakes silence to its skin its press of fire in to akin resonance hails wishes wild in plenty to alls willing smile its grin be empty of repose sharp its essence on its toes set flight to colors green on red high in its hum its living head release to grip its praise upholds announce upon its in disposed
Occulus
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Jun 11, 2020
Jun 11, 2020 at 2:40 PM UTC
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