I’m young. I might have forgotten the best and deepest things. I look like a good fresh memory. My mind is dying. You could give me a good beating. You could throw me against a wall so hard I’d never see or hear anything again. You must realize that wild feelings sometimes seize me. I’m a prince who’s been deposed. Will you be my friend?
Text by Ulyses Razo
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