In my motherland people kneel before wells.

In my motherland people pray to the crosses of flying birds.

A bone is a key to my people.

Among my people, only the dead have human faces.

- Valzhyna Mort

  • There’s people having fun outside my house, how dare they?

    • 9 n text on Noviembre 05, 2017 / i can't believe the disrespect.remy.txt.
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