#01 OnTheRoad

Just close your eyes, and count to five. You got plenty of time in your pocket. Let's craft the only thing we know into surprise. The flowing air blend her breath into breeze. The speed dragged his mind into illusion. Those years exploded on the way to heaven. Her glowing feathers were graying. His strong legs were crawling. The kingdom died in its mother’s womb. Just open your eyes, and count to five. You got the golden ashes in your pocket. Let’s craft the scars into your life.

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#01 RUNWAY BACKSTAGE  

2013