Milano, Italy
My heart is made of paper, my blood is made of ink, my life spells out entropy. I follow too many paths to find my way, but at least I keep getting lost.
Listening History
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Milano, Italy
My heart is made of paper, my blood is made of ink, my life spells out entropy. I follow too many paths to find my way, but at least I keep getting lost.
57
18:01
55
19:00
120
12:56