I don't have a name
I don't have a name
Everybody wants to use me
Everybody wants to hurt me
I don't have a name.
They hurt me
I am hurt.
I hurt.
I don't have a name.
I don't have a name!
“I confess I do not believe in time. I like to fold my magic carpet, after use, in such a way as to superimpose one part of the pattern upon another. Let visitors trip. And the highest enjoyment of timelessness―in a landscape selected at random―is when I stand among rare butterflies and their food plants.- nabokov
Of the Dawn of Freedom Careless seems the great Avenger; History's lessons but record One death-grapple in the darkness 'Twixt old...
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