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Fresh Air Of Hiroshima Demo

Violence makes ultra-violence. Hysteria made a shame in our bed. Violence makes ultra-violence. It?s a shame in our bed. ?And don?t look up? he said

My words are not clear, I know, at all But language becomes foolish when all you do is crawl. Fear is coming And it would blind us all. My brain feeds