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out of the blue my hands turn into themselves and so does the dust of leaves feeding the soil of a mysterious skin we are passengers through blissful omens cruel visions of a ravished anti-time so treat me like fire
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Nov 2, 2023
Nov 2, 2023 at 5:40 PM UTC
passengers
out of the blue my hands turn into themselves and so does the dust of leaves feeding the soil of a mysterious skin we are passengers through blissful omens cruel visions of a ravished anti-time so treat me like fire
irinia
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Romanian
Nov 2, 2023
Nov 2, 2023 at 5:40 PM UTC
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