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Those days when you would spill the stories of ages; the symphony of laughter as the bear on top of the mountain looked like the...
read moreThose days when you would spill the stories of ages; the symphony of laughter as the bear on top of the mountain looked like the...
read moreDesperation crevices the dirt-covered broken faces tipping religion like death….. The flame throwers tock the clock carelessly...
read moreHis spirit of stillness pierced by his fall; the sun burned, time stood, a beggar beside his crown. Bloody punctures, crimson...
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