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September 2014

The fire burned out.

The fire burned out. And the young, still quite uncertain dawn, covered the remnants of the magical night. Everything passes, but there is a memory, and it will always return to where you were...

I don't want to be a painting

I don't want to be a painting Covering a hole in the wall Or a doll in a cold window or a fly that drowns in wine or time period in the beds of other people's apartments maybe it's all...

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