

TsiporaI close my first and second eye Haunted by visions of a black raven Tearing, feasting on my soulTsipora
Some time I wished for one to die The emptiness around me, a haven It was a mistake to adopt such a role
I never imagined that such subtle tranquil beauty could so swiftly morph into a chaotic abyss Slowly bravery gathered, words became weapons
My third eye suddenly opens to reveal the wonder of a golden bird I am filled with strength, I grow wings
I fly to a new world Where my strength turns to doubt and my wings shatter
No
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→ titties in your mouth
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- Amanda
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- Amanda
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"It's only in drugs or death that we experience anything new and death is just too controlling"
Enjoy
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Je me dois de recréer l'univers chaque fois que je me lève et de le tuer chaque fois que je me couche. [Björk]
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