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A thick, mole-dark, haunted night after midnight. On veil-dark eyelashes, iron-heavy, hibernating dream-walking stretches and spreads. He doesn't even..
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The stupid smell of carrion is now only growing its selfish self in us; more and more greedily, unscrupulously demanding; even our hopes - if they wer..
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The flickering sliver of night light now encloses the pitch black like a looming, cracked lampshade. Outside, the brutal cold of winter, which wants t..
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Something always gets in the way: your atomic bomb-tempered father is still threatened with a salty death. Would you confess to him your love of liter..
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Someone is always born and dies somewhere. Somewhere, someone always has to go on a long journey, leaves someone on purpose, or just out of cowardice,..
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You shouldn't be afraid now; Cheating, wild Cerberus are waking you up at night, troubled by nightmares, and you can't understand why the ordas-wind, ..
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The interrogated Past always turns back faster, becomes a fugitive. Relentless recognition keeps him at bay, haunting him like a tamed shadow. Humilia..
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On me - who knows why? -, blind, unfortunate clashes rage on and on. For me, simple complicated things turn out to be ill-fated. At any age, momentary..
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It's like you're an increasingly shaky pillar of your own petty, pitiful ceiling; you still try to hold your uncertain future with your two palms. Do ..
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You are standing on the penultimate rung of the ladder, looking at where you can still find yourself in this filthy, cesspool, hardly human, useless, ..
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