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Pouring through a prism, Into a fresh soul. Bubbling up, A moving mist. The first sights, and The first sounds.
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Aug 28, 2014
Aug 28, 2014 at 12:43 AM UTC
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Pouring through a prism, Into a fresh soul. Bubbling up, A moving mist. The first sights, and The first sounds.
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Aug 28, 2014
Aug 28, 2014 at 12:43 AM UTC
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