 molotov cocktails /
flagg på profilbildene / krigen fortsetter  familiebil /
knust av en russisk stridsvogn / jeg står i bilkø  uken er omme /
hver fredag er en seier / fremtiden kommer there's a point where all lines converge /
a place where all viewpoints merge / all distances shrinking to nought / the endpoint of all trains of thought  wake me /
with your calm breath / on my neck / gradually less calm    I like summer receding /
the birds fleeing / the warmth letting go / the sun taking refuge I was born on the day of the dead /
on a bed laid with coal / not a saint nor a soul / can remember a word that was said |
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