Bit

In Seville

Vanhemmat

AND SO WE DREAM SILENTLY OF THEM

It is a white and blue winter night
With layers of snow and ice flaking
Under my step; pie crust
My breathing white-ish burning cheeks cold
Inside the sauna roars at the wood
Dim light
The dead walk quietly
Beside me
Whispering their ancient secrets
Dark trees bending towards us
Remember

Tinky

Tinky the freight train
Ooh living on a prayer
Georgey, he knows all the chords

It was still Tinky the tagged train
Rolling through the dirty city
Carrying volatiles
Living on a prayer

Chugging clacking to a radio
White black noise
Ready or not

Tinky
Who were you
Halfway there

The Question

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