these schizophrenic white spiders who come crashing into my face....

- a woman i do not love
- as it was written
- lost in the li(v)es of...
- you would have been
- a good reason to hate
- break down and crumble
- all that can be given in a storm - as deep as these fingers
- despair's debut
- still she cried, and still the world pursued
- as much as time to him reveals
- please don't take advantage of me

what kind of spectacular kinderdream turns out with me alone on this cold night?

ad infinit(um)y box.

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