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Is that gasoline I smell?
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photography
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fruset till is
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My lovely bird of prey
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I can't fall, I have wings
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tones of an empty heart
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photography
I really like photography, both the shooting process and the "development" process. Too se the result, the glare in someones eye, the lines formed by the chin and things like that. I'm no professional however, it's just a hobby. I've offered photo shoots for my friends, so I'm hoping that there are more photos upcoming soon.
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fruset till is
kanske var det en viskning som bara dina tankar kan höra kanske var du precis på väg att berätta allt eller inget kanske tappade du andan precis när du skulle avslöja allt du ville, allt du kände kanske snubblade ditt hjärta och tappade den röda tråden tråden som kunde läka allt och sy ihop öppna sår kanske var den utlagd efter dina fötter som ett spår spår av vita små stenar spåret som leder tillbaka hem till värmen hem till omfamningen hem till framtiden kanske vinden blåste så hårt så tråden fö
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My lovely bird of prey
Somewhere in your eyes that very special glow Something drawing me to where I do not know I never really thought that I would lose myself Now I'm going faster than anybody else I can see that look that says beware Try to move in closer if you dare So I must sit and play my waiting game And for a while I thought you would do the same Fly away Watches like an eagle for its prey And like that bird of pray you say I am older and much wiser than you Bird of prey, straight into me you flew Fly away Now every time I try to set you free I'm glad to see you comíng back to me But if I knew you didn't want to stay I wouldn't try to
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I can't fall, I have wings
Tethered to the ground by invisible chains. Broken by the weight of the past, the avalanche of today and the hollowness of tomorrow. I don't want to crush you with my soap bubble phrases. I just want to learn how to breathe in your world of thoughts. I just want you to fall and trust that I will catch you. I don't know who you are, yet I've known you all my life. How easy these little earthquakes shatter the ground beneath us. Was it my words? Or my silence? I know it hurts, my kind of violence.
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tones of an empty heart
Was it my words? Or my silence? I know it hurts, my kind of violence. Gazing towards the blood red horizon, unsure whether my wings will bear the weight of my heart. Plumpeting, drowing in the pool of my own tears.
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