____ "... I’ve painted my nails black and got my hair cut. I open my pictures collection and our past can be limitless and I know the process is to slice each section of my story thinner and thinner until I’m left only with her, I’ve felt like shite all the time no matter who I kiss or how charming I try to be with my new birds. This is the point, isn’t it ? New birds that will project me along a wire from the underground into the air, into the world."
extracto de gurb song.
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