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You were asking a pound
of flesh. What kind of love it was-
to burn the sky at dusk?
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12/15/2025 9:27:58 AM # 1.0.0
You were asking a pound of flesh. What kind of love it was- to burn the sky at dusk? In corridors, power releases honeybees. Rains were asked to stop in jars. Scapegoats run toward the fire of jungle. Himalayas are falling in deep sea.