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This is about the end of the end of creativity. No sorrow swallows those with no remorse for lonesome and sad and frost bitten bad, dreams lay waiting holding to themselves and the end of the end of creativity. Once there wasn't tears now eyes crying from broken years. This love now dying for the world will wait for the end of the end of all who create.
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welcome to mingle
nice write! |
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nice
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