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Fingers


Fingers playing over keys of life weaving the pieces together white and black good and bad the simple weave of life. License of photo; read.

The Game


We play this ugly game on The Stage of Life; in front of a huge audience imagined by our own confused ideas. We spit in each others faces losing our minds – selling our soul to the Devil – for those five seconds of Fame – Then, when it comes to the last line of … Continue reading

Promises


* I will love you nurture you make you bloom and become that flower – splendid in all your magnificence – that you´re longing so to be – Tomorrow.

Pounding Debris


* You sliced my heart into pieces – of pounding debris – so that You could live.

Inverted


On the other side of my heart of my dreams of my life of everything I´ve ever believed in – What is there to be found?

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