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Apr 2015
We agreed on Iceland
far enough from each of us
between the distance spanned
only so much expected, with bounds to what could be planned
in the hope to warm what had lone cold
to loan eachother 'nother scope before late we groan, old
i withstand alright, grown old
disbanded bright, a lonely hold
go to the sun to the sun to the sun
the days noon night dark spun to gold
i withstand alright, how bold
with bright eye stand ignite heart sole
and burn
and burn
spun spin turn
win one will learn
and burn
and burn
and burn
I want to run away from the basement that keeps me, and into the arms of my other half
Atypnoc
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Atypnoc  Oslo
(Oslo)   
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