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I find the gratification of Count Dracula inside a glass of whiskey When I see a boy wearing blue jeans and a T-shirt Instead of that I discover him dressed in bark of the Paleolithic period The green top of a damsel looks like a cinder which is burnt by a severe conflagration I feel global warming into an avalanche I explore the revenge of Satan in the vision of a young man who has come to Massachusetts for higher studies I experience a pit of black hole in conspicuous stars Inter alia, The variegated notions of metaphysics come to the deep observations.
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Aug 1, 2021
Aug 1, 2021 at 1:58 AM UTC
Soul-Searching
I find the gratification of Count Dracula inside a glass of whiskey When I see a boy wearing blue jeans and a T-shirt Instead of that I discover him dressed in bark of the Paleolithic period The green top of a damsel looks like a cinder which is burnt by a severe conflagration I feel global warming into an avalanche I explore the revenge of Satan in the vision of a young man who has come to Massachusetts for higher studies I experience a pit of black hole in conspicuous stars Inter alia, The variegated notions of metaphysics come to the deep observations.
farah-taskin
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Aug 1, 2021
Aug 1, 2021 at 1:58 AM UTC
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