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Dry Pulp
Marred by the expectations of the early trailer, a picture that seemed so soft and free was not so appealing, yet when running to the...
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Scarlet Massacre
Hand me to the laid graves, lie beside me till I reach to the closure, throw behind the leftovers of the moments, the wondered melodies...
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Flashed Desires of a Phony
Follow the snake to that gold lit cave, reach the end of the tavern, resting beneath your footsteps, those, those, uncovered, holy...
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7th Symphony
Wandering into the mist of loneliness, the loneliness of the desperation, slowly crawls into my skin deep into the wounds. I wonder in...
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Professional Lust
From the first drop of the hot shower, to the last sip of the wine, she feels the senses in her body, chilling, running down the spine....
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‘Bag-aged’
You play in the park under the sun, all you think about is carrying the fun, far away the flight catches you, inside those are demons...
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