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I wish the summer was over us in bursts

We're in the middle of nothing we can hold

and the sewers erupting life in gold

I'm gonna happen and happen until my whole give up the ghost

I'm gonna renew my sinew until my cells divide no more

So lean me up and take a picture, I can't move my legs and arms

It's too much information, too - much to be thinking of
Everything Everything - Final Form





All the pictures belong to Marija Liutkute (c) 2011-2013
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As the bell tower blocks the summer lightAll the seeds in our garden fightTo break and blossom, all to be adored And look, your skirt is torn And there’s blood on our sheets As comes the long arm of the law Fist tight, banging on the door And knocking me down on its way in As I pass out into a dream Of whooping cranes and wooden beams Great white wings beating In an attic, in a house, in the dead of night 
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Summer (August) 2012

As the bell tower blocks the summer light
All the seeds in our garden fight
To break and blossom, all to be adored
And look, your skirt is torn
And there’s blood on our sheets
As comes the long arm of the law
Fist tight, banging on the door
And knocking me down on its way in
As I pass out into a dream
Of whooping cranes and wooden beams
Great white wings beating
In an attic, in a house, in the dead of night 

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Summer (August) 2012