he commanded them from the clouds with applause:
“you must read me, money will flow and crowds’ octave
won’t stop visiting my page
in addition, I will abuse her and they engage
they must know that I’m in thy image, made against all odds”; coercive control cause
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Moon Desert
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BA in Cultural Studies
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