Posts by Francesco Trapani
Dirty sunrise creeping in, broken bottles killed within.
The room
Dirty sunrise creeping in, broken bottles killed within. The room is black, the blinds are drawn! I don’t remember anything, what I’ve done? or, w...
Dirty sunrise creeping in, broken bottles killed within. The room is black, the blinds are drawn! I don’t remember anything, what I’ve done? or, w...
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