extrawelt and the rythm of memory
she started off. said that she felt it again
oh play it. play it like home

we had candles or not
we started off making things last by imagining
a structure. tell me immeadiatly to stick to it

arms widely in a beat
hair floating instantly
ordinary scenes - outspoken heavenly

she screamed every night at five,
we thought she is mad. needs help
by the window alone tonight was not reality

i am walking down boulevards
then germany on bike
this life, objectively, is ugly

shuttle seating
dropping tears, red areas on your face my dearest

extrawelt
when crying found a choreography

the phone not ringing
words without direction
i paralyse you is what you meant to say

an envelope to apply
a date to state

we need to go home

curtains reaching out of windows

let me leave you

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