I am accused. I dream of massacres. I am a garden of black and red agonies. I drink them, hating myself, hating and fearing. And now the world conceives its end and runs toward it, arms held out in love.
leitmotiv: representación photograph by tina modotti
Photo by Afandi AGOES - #BwLovedByPascalRiben
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