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Remembrance of things past Left to itself, goes to utter extremes. Is lasting love your ambition? Subtly blending rhythmic movements to sensuous ends. Then put away all pride. When everything is highlighted, nothing can stand out.
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Apr 20
Apr 20, 2026 at 3:15 AM UTC
Matthew 5:39 ..., That ye resist not evil ...
Remembrance of things past Left to itself, goes to utter extremes. Is lasting love your ambition? Subtly blending rhythmic movements to sensuous ends. Then put away all pride. When everything is highlighted, nothing can stand out.
Simba
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28/M/Zimbabwe
Apr 20
Apr 20, 2026 at 3:15 AM UTC
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