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Waves

20.07.2021

How many times must i die before i try


We were born with delicate wings
had to learn how to fly
first you cut off yours and left me hanging
I wanted freedom

Every time I light a cigarette I think of a man I used to meet occasionally
a lover from my past who always lighted one cigarette after another

My pouring sun

01.04.2020


for each day the sun get stronger
the light after six o'clock reminds me of spring
but the sun feels like pouring rain

Yogadans i solskinn. Skrive fra morgen til kveld. Tid finnes ikke. Jeg er et sted i mellom. En måned uten hverdag.

JFK 

03.11.2019

I know the city brings you down

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