Uhmmmm.... oddio, di cicatrici ne ho, persino una sul naso, ma non penso di poter classificare i ricordi ad esse legati come "belli".... al massimo "divertenti"
Quanta fame hai?
I'm laying down, eating snow
My fur is hot, my tongue is cold
On a bed of spider web
I think of how to change myself
A lot of hope in a one man tent
There's no room for innocence
So take me home before the storm
Velvet mites will keep us warm.
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