I hang suspended, until a... «The Book Thief»

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  The_Coffee_Snob

  12 ноября 2014•Видна всем

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  I hang suspended, until a septic truth bleeds toward clarity. The colours. They fall on top of each other. The scribbled signature black, onto the blinding global white, onto the thick soupy red.

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