chasing wind
a selfie to put a face
on sand
a selfie to put a face
on sand
almost becoming a
shroud
this growing darkness
this growing darkness
when it ends
I'm still it - it's
still me
I'm still it - it's
still me
in the midst of
summer
hails tear a rose apart
hails tear a rose apart
jager vind
en selfie for at
sætte ansigt
på sand
bliver næsten et
ligklæde
dette voksende mørke
når det ender
er jeg stadig det –
det
er stadig mig
midt på sommeren
river hagl en rose
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