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here dreams lie leaning like dead flowers in an abandoned city garden. dreams lied to me again while i was still sleeping in the warm quiet bed of hope! here, dead in this moment, with all hope withdrawn i asked god nature to help me understand just why do we all just die and willingly portray these masks with such scary and sterile emotions. god nature help me understand this stolen gold in my pockets, god nature help me understand how all men are dead and please god nature help me understand the day i died…

este texto é parte do projecto “the missing person“. projecto criado por pedro gonçalves e jeff castro.