January 06, 2016

Foxy Cradle


The place is cold and empty. We lie deep down into the ground. I can hear death working gradually around us. Milions of other bodies which died solitarily. Alone. We clasp each other even stronger. The cradle must not be stopped.

1 comment:

  1. moja piękna kołysko
    lisia kołysko

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