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Sep 10, 2009
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alone
Up stairs of nothing
We fell
The willingness to bend over
Believing the silence of faiths blindness
With ears stuffed with the airs empty trivialities
A lonely togetherness of bathrooms and scented candles
Where dreams defaecate themselves into mundane realities
The broken glass. The clenching fascism of Alone
— Orphani, Sep 10, 2009
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Seren
16 years 9 months ago
You did it again :O another
Orphani
16 years 9 months ago
constuction
Bosscombat
16 years 9 months ago
:)
Cloudthings
16 years 8 months ago
Here you have sculpted your emotions & applied the imagery very
Nordic cloud
16 years 8 months ago
Splendidly special