kurt cobain
Kurt D. Cobain

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*Magic white dust trapped me in a heart-shaped box, and here I sit for many years, and too strong mint tea stupefies me, and this white dust still flows through my veins, sharp as glass, I am in oblivion......*An endless and nameless poppy field,and poppy buds open and close in seconds,they speak to me,but I am silent.I am here.