Trafika Europe 14 - Italian Piazza
Elisa Biagini
Es ist einer, der hat meine Augen There’s someone who has my eyes he wrings them like a sponge after the dishes, pulls them like a sheet, he stops the doors with them and from then on every step is bitter, like a wind blowing directly into your mouth.
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