The Mutilator
I am the mutilator. That’s what I saw. This dream, where I’ve found myself in the middle of the endless white space. No horizon, no…
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I am the mutilator. That’s what I saw. This dream, where I’ve found myself in the middle of the endless white space. No horizon, no…
Nostalgy is a matter Of letting something go It happens when you know The truth unspoken You do not fit there anymore In house, or…
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