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Pasture plain and green burning bush gritted teeth, eyeballs swooning bloody scene. Rip open your head and take out the grit, dust particles and sand. Stuffed with pillow feathers sleeping all day and night walking distance to nowhere in the darkness.

Dreaming: see it?

Staring at me for a female nuance: glands swollen and hung up. Digging into the abyss you are losing the battle with fear, true mostly nothing I feel.

Ravenheart: enter the brave new world

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