luka
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25 to llford we were all breathing diesel fumes for breakfast your festive sandwich. Floating stars, and we're here again.
Hardly. It kept promising me. And I kept chasing. Wanted so much I wanted. A winter wonderland. Very pure the sensuous austere withholding. Took fox-path through nasturtiums then, breathing-ways full of perfume. Shadow hard upon me, all days then the shadow hard upon me.
Shearwater rising, as we put out upon waves of brilliant sky, almost hopeful now sunight scintillant and dauntless. Before rough wind raised it's hackles and the great bells shuddered in their towers. A cloud of jackdaws fleeing pell mell and into the lyric.
Song keeps it at bay, and fire, so desperately we sing in the smoke coils serpentine. Till throat is rasping and tongue heavy. Ash-dawn night dwindling dark beneath the eyes.
25 to llford we were all breathing diesel fumes for breakfast your festive sandwich. Floating stars, and we're here again.
Hardly. It kept promising me. And I kept chasing. Wanted so much I wanted. A winter wonderland. Very pure the sensuous austere withholding. Took fox-path through nasturtiums then, breathing-ways full of perfume. Shadow hard upon me, all days then the shadow hard upon me.
Shearwater rising, as we put out upon waves of brilliant sky, almost hopeful now sunight scintillant and dauntless. Before rough wind raised it's hackles and the great bells shuddered in their towers. A cloud of jackdaws fleeing pell mell and into the lyric.
Song keeps it at bay, and fire, so desperately we sing in the smoke coils serpentine. Till throat is rasping and tongue heavy. Ash-dawn night dwindling dark beneath the eyes.