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Requiem for a third year without a mother

June 18, 2018 in ruinscapes
“There’s always a side door... into the dark...”

I don't have much to say that isn't family-portrait-wall-failure.

Not much that isn't empty-shell-of-a-Cat-Power-husk. 

I'm just trying to wake up. 

I'm still trying to wake up. 

“I used to dance alone of my own volition
I used to wait all night for the rock transmissions
So where’d you go
You led me far away
And let me go
Let me go...”
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