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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...


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...


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...


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...


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....


‘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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