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Idioma
My own universe.
Night of the Scorpion
The crashing waves dissolve the shore,
Opus Dei
hold fast to my arm
my bayonet seeks
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
An acrid taste engulted my soul, choking it down into an atom.
کہاں کسی کی حمایت میں مارا جاؤں گا
农夫不举枪矛，不染人间尘嚣。
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