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Death and Life are in the Power of the Tongue

“Stop, stop, stop… I wanna go home, take off this uniform and leave the show, I’m waiting in this cell because I have to know, have I been guilty all this time.” – Pink Floyd The faceless man brought me … Continue reading

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