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Running Disease

Temporary bliss of elation can't disguise an frozen river responsible for turning people's skins waterless and creeping through otherwise joy. Rum that punctures your stomach, leading to fever and running disease. Here's the condition: You run and pass, but the pain doesn't.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2020




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