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Madness

The show when die is the new smell of flowers. Madness of the emptiness is bigger than infinity. Shall pray to the place where nothing can break the shell. It's a mayday. Payday.

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thenumen

F / Indonesia

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Written by

thenumen

F / Indonesia

Published: Aug 18, 2020
LinesWords: 333

Tags: #mixing #feeling #random #thought

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