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Ripples in my reflection, A stone falls down down down My image goes with it, It floats into whirlpools Of empty. Goodbye.
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Jul 29, 2020
Jul 29, 2020 at 11:51 PM UTC
My Reflection Has Devil Horns
Ripples in my reflection, A stone falls down down down My image goes with it, It floats into whirlpools Of empty. Goodbye.
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Jul 29, 2020
Jul 29, 2020 at 11:51 PM UTC
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