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[fuckshitupxxx]

the great liars are artists
it is not so fun when I do not want to play what you wrote anymore.
and with a closed door comes an opened window: finally a vindication


the fame of absence the visaed of presence the lie of the future the myths of the past
in moment
the never ending sad new place
the cheap interaction
the feel of a real incision the missiles born of eye to eye
my page lives on
like a bomb in a coffin
another whine for sorrow another need
air for the lungs in an ancient tree