Sharpened movements don't allow to miss. That music. Only here and now. Only for me. And for those who worship musical silence. Who wants to feel every note, every breath...
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My hands are burning when I see you, I'd wish it were lips. We doesn't want to be marked, to lose our faces. Like a secret pyramid we move beneath the reasons of our nightmares. The worst of them - there's no exit.
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My hands are burning when I see you, I'd wish it were lips. We doesn't want to be marked, to lose our faces. Like a secret pyramid we move beneath the reasons of our nightmares. The worst of them - there's no exit.
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