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not speaking is the flower
About Me
- Pizzicato Hana
- i saw you flailing in the wind. white like the roach that once came out of my basin. je t'aime, moi non plus. iwanu ga hana. not speaking is the flower.
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- .Times of India.BHUJ/ANJAR: A blast from a transis...
- nepal ka chinese
- to be sung with every shred of purity left in your...
- .Today I will write about the dithyrambthe god of ...
- lalkholian
- introspection for the day
- no strings attached makeba
- april 2006 and words dont come anymore this is it....
- a seeded apple making its way into empty rhetoric ...
- Fish die belly-upward and rise to the surface; ...
- 16 OUT OF 40
- of late i have been allergic to wood. yesterday wa...
- theres this really strange place near my house. ha...
- equus las night i was touchedsitting on his swing ...
- intellegence comes over like a wave of madness and...
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