A righteous man
To be righteous doesn’t mean to be right but to be superior, a hero with a pale skin to match. October, and there you can see a very small patch […]
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Making my mask
My asylum has a garden where I sometimes walk, pretending that the soothing drugs that storm my veins are the sober bliss of sunshine on my skin, that the bruising […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 