Dear greenroom
In you I searched for my long haired cynical love whilst conversing with angels. Over the years I became a queer talib yet had only the moon to play with. I distributed apples from Jerusalem in my wedding gown and lost a tip of my finger in your black box. So with this farewell I certify that I am the true likeness of a unique Mancunian brat. Thank you for all your mysteries and encounters.
With love,
Qasim Riza Shaheen/Anokha Laadla
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