Notes
semi-instrumental playlist about finding peace and rest; about caressing your lover's face or slowly dying on the bathroom floor; about allowing yourself to love and/or die.
I dream of a grave, deep and narrow, where we could clasp each other in our arms as with clamps, and I would hide my face in you and you would hide your face in me, and nobody would ever see us any more.
Franz Kafka, The Castle
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Ashkannn June 06, 2015
3:10 am,Tehran,Iran,thanks)
⃠white night June 07, 2015
and thank you for listening)
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