cloying clay clinging to endless claims
and some water soothing the ashes
us
else we don't know
under this grey suburban sky with the wind we will migrate
until our fragile always will coagulate under our feet
Marco Bo
and some water soothing the ashes
us
else we don't know
under this grey suburban sky with the wind we will migrate
until our fragile always will coagulate under our feet
Marco Bo
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