When You Walk Without Ease, On These Streets Where You Were Raised…

“Now I’m outside your house, I’m alone
And I’m outside your house, I hate to intrude … “

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About mirrenaudax

Slightly greying, bequiffed and enterprising visual artist from Up North.
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