Seeing everything through new frames...In a
strange week of changes, journeys to nowhere, cloudy mood and floating steps. Nothing concrete to darken my breathing, nothing concrete to make all spaces too cold and too large.
Whispering autumn behind the walls...And had some music hugging me, hugging this light and almost transparent body.
strange week of changes, journeys to nowhere, cloudy mood and floating steps. Nothing concrete to darken my breathing, nothing concrete to make all spaces too cold and too large.Whispering autumn behind the walls...And had some music hugging me, hugging this light and almost transparent body.
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