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A matchstick, a minimal ignition Illuminates my cold muddled cavern. Your explosive chemical causes combustion to the trees, causing a blaze. And yet, how badly the destruction has bestowed your rekindling is what im yearning
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Nov 18, 2020
Nov 18, 2020 at 9:08 AM UTC
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A matchstick, a minimal ignition Illuminates my cold muddled cavern. Your explosive chemical causes combustion to the trees, causing a blaze. And yet, how badly the destruction has bestowed your rekindling is what im yearning
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Nov 18, 2020
Nov 18, 2020 at 9:08 AM UTC
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