Pass on, whatever happens. Stand still, whatever happens. Her, The city. A definite glance, tar and stones. A silent body wanders through paths of thoughts. Throw yourself into the world and get robbed. What remains is a language that ...See morePass on, whatever happens. Stand still, whatever happens. Her, The city. A definite glance, tar and stones. A silent body wanders through paths of thoughts. Throw yourself into the world and get robbed. What remains is a language that keeps a stubborn silence.
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