vi drömmer
Solen lyser knappt över häcken på framsidan och från fönstret flyger en fågel mellan ekens grenar. Surrealism, ja, på hög nivå.
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last bitter song
she was an alcoholic artist with too much make-up round her eyes and I never knew her real name she was a sunbeam wrapped in lies but I love her and I'm sorry and that's all there is to say it's like a fairy from the ancient time and I hope it, hope it stays that way and when I woke up on your kitchen floor with a headache made in hell
