807
the
fan all night
monsoon
with
punkah sped
mango
sticky
from
the the fridge
a
train
and
blizzard wind
tunnel
and the chase
of
paparazzi
cobweb
blow
till
jetlag storm
and
ship at light
this
breath
the
sea beat
sails
with filled
round
round
a
roulette Russian
poison
spies with ill wind
poms
make sunset chum
walla,
spit and lick
dry
three sheets to
goes
and comes around
the
gale of life is tinny to us
Bob's
your uncle - wave!
so
more Britannia foam
squeeze
notes from a box
a
pound a puff
hash
here - no weatherman
but
which way?
in
the dark
you
wouldn't know
marauding
nomad vector
winged
wake
and lapse
to
dream again
a
sound of blinds
go
up
then
sunshine's where
we
heard the rain
and
summer's
true
to blue
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