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• Every night I strangle the sun He crumples before me But every morning He rises anew •
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Nov 14, 2013
Nov 14, 2013 at 7:03 PM UTC
The futility of hopelessness
• Every night I strangle the sun He crumples before me But every morning He rises anew •
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Nov 14, 2013
Nov 14, 2013 at 7:03 PM UTC
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