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white lotus now stung thrice by a self centered bee, could you ever forgive me? don’t say a prayer for me now, as three roller coaster trips down unknown uteruses await more skulls for that crescent bearer adorning a blue throat to wear as a garland as he waltzes his way through the raging funeral pyres of the cremation grounds in soul filled Varanasi © 2021
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Mar 28, 2021
Mar 28, 2021 at 11:28 AM UTC
varanasi
white lotus now stung thrice by a self centered bee, could you ever forgive me? don’t say a prayer for me now, as three roller coaster trips down unknown uteruses await more skulls for that crescent bearer adorning a blue throat to wear as a garland as he waltzes his way through the raging funeral pyres of the cremation grounds in soul filled Varanasi © 2021
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Mar 28, 2021
Mar 28, 2021 at 11:28 AM UTC
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