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backyard playground

nebka throne

it was just there

your ethereous nature does not fool me

in the wildest of nightmares // awakening nostalgy of the most melancolic of kinds

reminiscent

on concentrating solar irradiation

22 it's higher than you think 22

the first falls on a dry back

it is just dirt, ice, water and rock

eternal sun, you can't burn my legs anymore than they already are

it still moved

we pitched our tent in here

i forget where it is i am supposed to be

and thus the darkness cedes

clandestine cycles

nalka scratches on my shins; water - everywhere

you grow as you please

frozen fingers on crumbling rock

let's pitch the tent here

up to the summer greens

in the dark we slide

brutal surroundings

unbreakable optimism

it had to start somewhere