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Kumpleto Mon, May 19, 202512m
Let these speak.
Unmedicated. Unfiltered. Unafraid.
Just like you.
What you are.
Is not a thing.
It is fire.
Fuck you
A story told with colour.
Neil Perry
Hands outstretched, ribs and bones showing in mirror, shining like light in anguish and humanity. Eyes closed, all.
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