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Metaphoric TribesThrough the small drops of the hollow, the wetness it drips from leaf to leaf. The suspense of the lyrics, the tenderness of the iron handlebars, the music it never ends. From the smudge to the peacefulness of the quiet, the music is only the Lamb of God to proceed. Yet the tribes of emotional clash never stop fighting until the end of the warped time.Metaphoric Tribes
Unfold the table to solve the problem, and let the asylum free.
by ~psv1120
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