Quentin EUVERTE feat. Matt JONES @ Jérôme Pauchant, Paris
The air of hell suffers no hymns On the lower side, as fast as warning lights, my eyes sometimes struggle to take the light in. Proud, I stand up like a security gate. Bad seed in rolling paper. Rewind, the picture snapped. In copper and predatory reflection, I go round, I light up. En pointe…
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