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They are fragile.

Soviet Synthwave sunday.

I’m going’ home

The hourglass leaves behind a million lies

Your Demons won’t leave me alone

And its ok And its alright

I should have left you drunk and alone that night

delicious to lose everything

I tie my Hat I crease my Shawl

warming, glowing faint

let the shadow grow

you’re wrong or buying

Sunday techno

Music is most sovereign

salt still falling from the sky

what the river stones teach

Like violets across grass

the buildings are torn

your talisman against terror

pale champagne and soft-boiled eggs

jewel tones on the floor

atomic amour

without reflection or qualm