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Dry*25 - TECH PIMP COLLECTION
We walk the streets where echoes hum,
Between the dusk, the night, the drum.
Threads of fate in fabric spun,
The past still speaks, but we’re not done.
Serpents coil and whispers rise,
Ancient dreams behind our eyes.
The year of snakes, with silent grace,
We shed the past, we find our place.
Dry*25 - TECH PIMP COLLECTION
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