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Ava Provolo

Friends: they are our hands that have created the society that we hate so much and each inch is covered by the evil flowers of our art.

Milk, white syrup of the gods, and a bedroom in which all the feelings are hidden. We need to understand the point of the corruption of the human machines in the city.

Liberty, the moon that we cannot touch, and the paradise that we will never feel, therefore we will begin to tie, strand by strand, the rope to the stars, the skies, the infinities

Friends, we only have the right to suffer! Our creation is here in the middle of the destruction. It rose like the phoenix from the ashes and caused the fall of joy.