[ C O M P L E T A ] Sosta sdraiato in un prato ormai rinsecchito, insieme alle solite foglie gialle ed alcune rosse. Fuma con avidità una piccola ed insignificante sigaretta in memoria dell'adorata terra. Osserva il cielo, alza le mani fin sopra i capelli e non smette di ricordare quanto era vergine quella Lauren dell'Abadan, Iran. 25 February 2018 All rights are reserved by @endofmydays 19 June 2018

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[ C O M P L E T A ] "𝑪𝒉𝒊𝒆𝒅𝒊𝒎𝒊 𝒕𝒖𝒕𝒕𝒐." 𝑨𝒇𝒇𝒆𝒓𝒎𝒂 𝒂𝒇𝒇𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒂. "𝑻𝒊 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒈𝒐." 𝑺𝒖𝒑𝒑𝒍𝒊𝒄𝒂 𝒔𝒐𝒕𝒕𝒐 𝒗𝒐𝒄𝒆. 15 January 2020 6 February 2020 All rights are reserved by @endofmydays

[ C O M P L E T A ] 𝑬𝒅 𝒊𝒐 𝒖𝒃𝒓𝒊𝒂𝒄𝒐 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒐 𝒖𝒏 𝒇𝒖𝒐𝒄𝒐 𝒅𝒊 𝒔𝒖𝒑𝒑𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒐, 𝒆 𝒕𝒖 𝒖𝒃𝒓𝒊𝒂𝒄𝒂 𝒗𝒊𝒗𝒂 𝒏𝒖𝒅𝒂 𝒕𝒓𝒂 𝒍𝒆 𝒎𝒊𝒆 𝒃𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒄𝒊𝒂. 3 March 2020 All rights are reserved by @endofmydays

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