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tears of a broken dream
Posted: July 18, 2008 in MOVIES / room 59 presentationTags: short film, video
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pluto Panes: urban waste
What if you slept? And what if, in your sleep, you dreamed? And what if, in your dream, you went to heaven and there plucked a strange and beautiful flower? And what if, when you awoke, you had the flower in your hand? Ah, what then? -[Coleridge]
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i failed like the others
at... April 17, 2012an alluring hand that waves distracts the weakest of men promises love i failed like the others at the battle gates of siraz straight through the bloodied throat a dagger she waved and called me closer it’s a game of dice six sides of terror
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