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Remembrance of Things Past
I swarm deserted away, like glass...
Warm, and as fevers,
I am as flame.
I am death...
For I, I weave our blasphemies...
Wicthes painted me,
Like the mysteries created me...
Like where the poets breathe,
I were woven into blasphemies.
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ti paizoun oi Mogwai F?
Cut your flesh and worship Santa
post-punk
Touch my beloved's thought while her world's affluence crumbles at my feet
green day fasi?
Cut your flesh and worship Santa
Einai liiiiigo pio argoi.Alla ta grigora kommatia einai post-punk!
Touch my beloved's thought while her world's affluence crumbles at my feet
Originally Posted by Lost_In_Cooperland
a san palioi offspring diladiOriginally Posted by hvilelos?
Cut your flesh and worship Santa
As min vgainoume off-topic omws!
Touch my beloved's thought while her world's affluence crumbles at my feet