There is a rose in a desert of sublimity A heart that is covered in envious vanity Ripped fruit to pick in the middle of sunshine but in the meadow is a flower of mine. Through and through the desert we sear...
I am a musician, who trolls the unknown of music concrete and contemporary composition. I am a poet that dwells in fantasy and surrealism. I am an english teacher in a foreign country as well as a student studying abroad. I am David Toradze.
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