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Oblivion
Into the abyss of the night I go Without knowing the truth behind what I am told Nights embrace remains transparent and cold within its
July 27, 2015
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Into the abyss of the night I go Without knowing the truth behind what I am told Nights embrace remains transparent and cold within its
The flowers of may bloom Would they speak if they could? What if planted in our Corroded soil they stood, would they care? Lost in
The Islamic regime is one of those rare species that doesn’t fit in any defined form of government. The peculiarity of the regime stems from
