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My Story
My Art
My Contact
My Story
My Art
My Contact
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What is reality and what is
nothingness?
Flaws haunt us
all.
I don’t remember being born
anywhere.
Distressed by things that don’t depend on
me.
Intoxicating and temporary, cold and
infernal.
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