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A type of fire that travels through one, screaming never to echo no one can hear it room softened by us, no sound no one can hear it
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Jul 9, 2020
Jul 9, 2020 at 7:53 AM UTC
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A type of fire that travels through one, screaming never to echo no one can hear it room softened by us, no sound no one can hear it
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Jul 9, 2020
Jul 9, 2020 at 7:53 AM UTC
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