Thursday, 20 June 2019
Koln
The night comes washing on a starlit wave of decomposing moons as they flurry about in pink coloured streaks of leftover sun ravaged by nights inking their way in a slithering tattoo, smoking out daydreams, igniting feelings that stay stowed away in dark grottos of whispering silence navigating after drops of mercuric shadows assemble to a pinpoint caress on our tips.
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