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A rainbow drenched in martyr’s bloodHangs in the gray and troubled skyAs freshly murdered bodiesPerfume the coming the dark
Sewed lips are singing the dictated words into a rusty microphonein a hoarse voice that is not his but of the ones holding the tied threads.With…
“First of all, one can’t unmask oneself too early, showing the rapacity for power, because that galvanizes competitors…
if one lumbers
The song dreams alongwith the fieldswatered by the eyesof the wettest dawn.