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Apr 2017
'It is see through, feels like velvet
keep falling through my fingers...
Ghostly figures and I still see the,
the illusion of the show. It is not
real, it never was, always was a
fantasy. It keeps dripping from my
skin, that illusion of life we are in.'
- F.D. Prenger
02|04|2017
Felicia Diana
Written by
Felicia Diana  Amsterdam
(Amsterdam)   
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