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From the bronze tinted glass the doors that separate us - the patio. The view has an antique quality. The picture that`s displayed through the doors - a memory. Has the quality of an old wrinkled photograph. Still reflective but depressed while the blurred imagine is turned counter-clockwise. A slight click and the sound of wheels gliding across well-greased tracks. Traveler take a rest not like thunder more like storm liquid steal on your tongue. When you caught fire that night different dreams and different types clean your thoughts for the first time. Still reflective but depressed while the burled imagine is turned counter-clockwise. A slight click and the sound of wheels gliding across well-greased tracks. Across the landscapes of memories and the fingerprints of a young hand now visible in warm light. I breath in and I breath out the first time for - no second found. It feels so cold to be that way. We just exist. Stepping back and allow to resemble the inner conflict. It looks like that you would find a resting at the base of this cold ground. Left there dirty, left there by faithful patrones the images are slightly visible. I breath in and I breath out the first time for no second found. It feels so cold to be that way. We just exist. Possession becomes passion and we just fall apart. Passion becomes obsession and we go back to the start.

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from Life and function, released June 26, 2015

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