one million words

"Something smells to rotten here, oh, it´s my heart"

6.5.10

British accent





Touch me, i´m just skin. Touch us, we´re just skins.
Each one of us is made out of the same exquisite material, we are all standing on our feet, thinking with our own mind and listening to our heart.

We are skin and incongruous feelings.













So, what on earth are you hiding?

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