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Mar 2018
I'm the verse,
I am the blanket of the cold night,
I am the night in a blanket
like caffein in a coffin,
like grey in gray.

The above text read now by a torturer to its victim.
Everyone is the author of every thing
before being made
                   of flesh and brain.


Go straight
with no paths.
Written by
Adasyev  Praha/Želivec
     Fawn, ---, --- and Pagan Paul
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