Our Records Show. By themischievousannaDecember 2, 2016 I am safe without a name Until my words In anonymity Bleed identity Because Records are force To every life In every body. Share this:Share on TumblrTweet Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit More Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Click to print (Opens in new window) Print PocketLike Loading... Categories: Art, Culture, horror, illustration, Nonfiction, Poetry, Politics, WritingTags: art, artist, fiction&poetry, Freedom, horror, illustration, nonfiction, people, philosophy, poetry, Politics, surveillance Related Articles Natural Mistake. By themischievousannaMarch 9, 2025 Messenger in a Bottle. By themischievousannaFebruary 15, 2025 Home of the Fee, Land of the Claim Denial. By themischievousannaFebruary 12, 2025 Leave a comment Cancel reply Δ
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