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© Milana Naumenko
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I’ve always wanted To eat glass with you again
But I never knew how to talk without walls dropping on the eve
- The Mars Volta
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Mind covered in cement, your dreams of woods as midnight breathes.
The moment when you can leave it all behind, when will it come?
For union, how come there is only one?
Enterna © Milana Naumenko
Theme: Linear by Peter Vidani
