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Sep 2013
Restaurants to rooms to ride

Lips that shape the words you hide

Oceans become roads for feet where poets and roses meet

Tear drenched shoulders drop as the new genre stalks the halls where clocks stop

Wait.....


It's the way it beats and bangs the door for more

The way it bleeds

Nostalgia

Soft electric screams

Mad Kings

Cool Queens
Bernardo Soares
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Bernardo Soares  London
(London)   
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