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Jul 2019
the worms start to crawl on my belly. my innocent desire is only to express my moonlit thoughts without being scrutinized by desperate mouths, eating cockroaches instead of vomiting snake skins. p r e t t y little thing, they say. no one sees the facade. but to me, the prettiest thing comes from the abandoned houses, yelling in shame, intimidated by the oppressors.

but do oppressors really matter? i think not.


(ACT I. THE DEATH AT THE SINNER PARTY)

do witches fall in love at witching hour?

song: human - christina perri
zelda rangel
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zelda rangel  24/F/garden of ellis
(24/F/garden of ellis)   
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     925, ---, zelda rangel and mila
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