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I wonder about the sun. If the rays burned through your heart; so the sears learned to bleed into my hands. was in lieu of pull, mere wounds?
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Mar 25, 2025
Mar 25, 2025 at 6:58 PM UTC
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I wonder about the sun. If the rays burned through your heart; so the sears learned to bleed into my hands. was in lieu of pull, mere wounds?
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17/F/California
Mar 25, 2025
Mar 25, 2025 at 6:58 PM UTC
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