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In ParisIn Paris, we became a silent film.In Paris
Cigarette smoke wafts between lives in bars and rafters hung low on lantern glow.
Tar and wine and burning francs lick envelopes of bygone epistles.
In the booth, a boy forgets to change the reel.
Final frames flick, black to dusty.
En français:
A Paris, Nous sommes devenu cinéma muet.
La fumée de cigarette flotte entre les vies dans les bars et les chevrons accrochés à la faible lueur de la lanterne.
Goud
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protraho plasm; penitus ego
come on!!! inspirtation cant be on vacations right now!!!
ill be waiting for more works of you
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Just 2 words: "proto-plasma"... the inner self.
Thank you so much for your support on I'm a Fake ( [link] ). This photograph is very personal to me, and it took me a lot of effort to submit it. I still can't believe I got so much support from the community for it, and I honestly can't tell you how great it feels. I feel warm, enlighted, happy.
Thank you for this, Thank you so much
Keizie
P.S This is a message I've sent to everybody who faved it. Due to the amazing amount of support I'm not able anymore to get back to everyone personally. I tried, but it's just not possible. I hope you understand!
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Every time I want a thorough conversation, I attract wankers
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I am in your mind, I am the one, I am SNAKE.
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Cats...cats...cats
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I now walk in the shadows between worlds... and it is there, I have finally glimpsed upon what it lives in the dark corners of the earth.
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