He said: "I laid my weapons
down with my pistol
fully loaded, a hunted man
to my root, will it end
or begin in your cinnabar juice?"
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I knew a boy who would not share his bike, oh but he let me go sailing. I swore that I could survive any storm, oh then he let me go
zharah / a hunter & gatherer / Kosice, Slovakia
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