søndag den 5. marts 2017

With my dirty mind and the brilliance of tomorrow I compose this sentence to you

It must be logic of another time
do you remember the last time I touched you

Some smiles hard today

the beauty of inner or outer wastelands
tomorrow morning some will get up again

I must need to do this

living in angles

I explode
all these bright and hazy mornings
get on through to another side

running with an odd pack
I love you guys
I love you all

Sitting on a hidden bench
Are you looking for reason

I am NOT available

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