strangefruit
sitting
powerbird
crying
flowercar
rushing
bedroomumbrella
bending
and after the goldrush
i
think
but you look like the rememberance
of another time
tomorrow never lies
and excites me
to fool u
canea - drops
stadige drypp frå tanke til tastatur, blir til alle tenkelege betraktningar, til kulørte og smaksrike drops...
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