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babel

green circus

da, wo es trails gibt

dark days and old jackets remind me of times in Puerto Montt

don't tell us what it is we ought to do

no need for associative names

i know what you remind me of

unexpectedly agreeable

purple growth

frontal flattening

you disturb me, tree

strolling

only traces left

your creased skin / estragos

i get the urge...

mind your right

i follow your scratches till insanity settles

will you still be there when I come back?

lamination

why do you block me in my stride?

don't ask

your delicate complexion

evaporating slightly

karstic friction

it's all texture in the end