8 august 2017
Sinking Boat
Now comes the visual
separation after the fall of an
enemy. The urbanite
crumble has begun.
The needles in eyes are hurting
the milk. Do you play
a Chinese game?
The depressive psychosis-
will throw the shackles around
you. Honey, you have
a trace of lead inside. I want
a silk covering on the arrows.
Dip a child on street
and you will create a skipper.
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