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Midnight in lotus
with a golden bough.
Some dogs are unicorns!
My Soul rides on two wheels:
Samsara and a pumpkin
veden fragmentteja, oceani di pietre
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While lungs inhaling dust, eyes exhaling trees! Since She's away, every thing capital: heat, stench, dust. Lower are clouds, wider are h...
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