- smell transmission
- feel growing
- breathe weapons
- catch numbers
and after burning, before sleeping, an between numbers of words
- you fear something holding a tiny little hand and whispers. its all right, all right..
sleep and dream and be alive
canea - drops
stadige drypp frå tanke til tastatur, blir til alle tenkelege betraktningar, til kulørte og smaksrike drops...
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