Pandora's Box
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Última publicación mar, sep 18, 2018
Inside the mind is a house. Inside the house is a door. Through the door is a room. In the room are figures. Like a child's kaleidoscope, they twist and turn about each other. Cloaked and hooded, their identities are a mystery. Until one brushes against you. Then you realize. ..they are Emotions.
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