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Rube. Scar. Scar. Some eat the others. Hum. Time. Suede hinges open the way. The way is shut. Your hands — they’re gone. That doesn’t stop the closing. Scar. Scar. Scar. No hands, yet the way is open. Have you really learned to love. Yourself.
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Apr 22, 2025
Apr 22, 2025 at 8:11 PM UTC
For little blind kittens
Rube. Scar. Scar. Some eat the others. Hum. Time. Suede hinges open the way. The way is shut. Your hands — they’re gone. That doesn’t stop the closing. Scar. Scar. Scar. No hands, yet the way is open. Have you really learned to love. Yourself.
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22/M/Kyiv , Ukraine
Apr 22, 2025
Apr 22, 2025 at 8:11 PM UTC
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