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Your you without me – I sold my keys like once the boy his smile// along with the innocence that never was innocent// and the trust that never trusted// warmth turns into shivers// the laughter into a grimace.

Text by Anna Töws

Image © Lua Corujeira

Image © Olga Sala

Image © Mike Alegado

Image © Dean Raphael

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Image © BenXuHuang

Image © Simone Paccini

Image © Carol Kuo

Image © Yung Cheng Lin

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