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in the back seat of a car the headphones in the higher volume, the sound spreads in the back seat of a car with it's secrets veiled by it's mouth only when it's useful it is had with attention but in indifference times disappears in the darkness passing the crossroad a master and it's disciples the mists surrounds it and make it invisible the bell rings the sparrow sings the cigarette burns the blade cuts with it's friends it walks but the loneliness surrounds it into the night a cry of pleasure fills it a nervous laugh followed by the kiss of love a punch that makes it bleed the Patriot gives it it's clothes in the street and freedom around the corner the wind whisper the owl sings the candles on the moon shines in the woods appears smiling, hysterical, naked dancing in endless spirals with it's invisible beings around in a black and white world, ruled a being with colored eyes breaking boundaries and walls the arcana 0 incorporates in the back seat of a car the headphones in the higher volume, the sound spreads imagining the perfect perfection in a place of pain and prejudice the pen between it's fingers dance a silent music the poem of it's pale owner the paper reveals secretly
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Jul 18, 2015
Jul 18, 2015 at 12:41 AM UTC
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in the back seat of a car the headphones in the higher volume, the sound spreads in the back seat of a car with it's secrets veiled by it's mouth only when it's useful it is had with attention but in indifference times disappears in the darkness passing the crossroad a master and it's disciples the mists surrounds it and make it invisible the bell rings the sparrow sings the cigarette burns the blade cuts with it's friends it walks but the loneliness surrounds it into the night a cry of pleasure fills it a nervous laugh followed by the kiss of love a punch that makes it bleed the Patriot gives it it's clothes in the street and freedom around the corner the wind whisper the owl sings the candles on the moon shines in the woods appears smiling, hysterical, naked dancing in endless spirals with it's invisible beings around in a black and white world, ruled a being with colored eyes breaking boundaries and walls the arcana 0 incorporates in the back seat of a car the headphones in the higher volume, the sound spreads imagining the perfect perfection in a place of pain and prejudice the pen between it's fingers dance a silent music the poem of it's pale owner the paper reveals secretly
#sadness#silence#magic#visions#hysteria#reflexion
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mask-of-death
Jul 18, 2015
Jul 18, 2015 at 12:41 AM UTC
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