It all begins when the sea sings
The water rambles and the lighting strike
Softness in a second
While searching for the end with shaking hands
The trees whisper to the sky
Blood pumps from vessels to veins
All across my face
Can you see through my iris
Turn off the tendons and feel the lost of strength
Does it hurt
Icelandic horse licking my hand
Do not bite your nails
Play with your fingers
Oh how much I miss Sweden
Identity Crisis
Anyways
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