By DE Priasz
No need to speak where people
will come to an end, let it all flow
Fate is the silence of each
No need to also talk morals, your god is dead
Always there are sadness verses everynight
It was not your day, but my days.
December, 27, 2014
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DE Priasz. Lives in Jakarta.
Dec 29, 2014
Dec 2, 2014
the twilight woman collector
By Olan Sanseviera
her way so hurry. unite anxiety with anxiety wrapped sake of plastic bottles
her face had been born as a trail of thousands of distance, along cibubur kranggan.
her eyes look so sharp. sharp injuries on the back of this road
Cibubur, East Jakarta, December 2013
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Olan Sanseviera. Lives in Cilodong, West Java, Indonesia.
her way so hurry. unite anxiety with anxiety wrapped sake of plastic bottles
her face had been born as a trail of thousands of distance, along cibubur kranggan.
her eyes look so sharp. sharp injuries on the back of this road
Cibubur, East Jakarta, December 2013
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Olan Sanseviera. Lives in Cilodong, West Java, Indonesia.
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