They ate my humanity but no humanity in beginning humans Earth dust atomsClever microorganisms defy godsBut defy nothingPhantom of truth Beneath reality's facade
In order to induce the process of decay, water is necessary. I think that, in the case of women, men are the water.
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In order to induce the process of decay, water is necessary. I think that, in the case of women, men are the water.
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