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aamer’s museum

tales from remains of mosaic broken hearts.

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Fatima Aamer Bilal, From And We Didnt Talk After That.

Fatima Aamer Bilal, From And We Didnt Talk After That.

fatima aamer bilal, from and we didn’t talk after that.

[text id: what wants to hurt you doesn't need to touch you / and i'm reaching until my last breath / falling in love is an eerie flame / and i'm burning to death.]

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3 years ago

weeping flesh above the ground.

Weeping Flesh Above The Ground.
Weeping Flesh Above The Ground.
Weeping Flesh Above The Ground.
Weeping Flesh Above The Ground.
Weeping Flesh Above The Ground.
Weeping Flesh Above The Ground.
Weeping Flesh Above The Ground.
Weeping Flesh Above The Ground.

“the design of this universe is so damned, i got to hold your limp body before i got to hold your hand.”

fatima aamer bilal, from weeping flesh above the ground.


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3 years ago

in the arms of death, so easily.

In The Arms Of Death, So Easily.
In The Arms Of Death, So Easily.
In The Arms Of Death, So Easily.
In The Arms Of Death, So Easily.
In The Arms Of Death, So Easily.
In The Arms Of Death, So Easily.
In The Arms Of Death, So Easily.
In The Arms Of Death, So Easily.
In The Arms Of Death, So Easily.
In The Arms Of Death, So Easily.

“and i am always on the run, looking for a new hunt or to be hunted down.”

fatima aamer bilal, from in the arms of death, so easily.


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2 years ago
Fatima Aamer Bilal, From In The Arms Of Death, So Easily.

fatima aamer bilal, from in the arms of death, so easily.

[text id: they ask, “will it always be fun, wandering around like a loaded gun?” / no, but i never had a home, so i let myself be taken by the storm and slowly become one.]


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