22.03.2024
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Broken glass, mosaic Stomach chills Grasp the truth Shallow becomes deep Emotions stir with tender assault Pale poker face The serpent's greed lacking purpose creates anxiety and harbors anger for revenge The tongue is split I read your eyes detailed Time will be the judge an boiling pot - core of soul
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