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I look and it was clear.
I look and one word drops from the heavens, pits the ground against the dirt.
The cold chill rolls in and I can not decide.
I look and one word drops from the heavens, pits the ground against the dirt.
The cold chill rolls in and I can not decide.
posted at 9:46 AM
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your dirt
your ruins
pick the new one
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