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but i kind of like the way you move me.

i hate it when you pull me through.

i flew along an empty road with nothing inside of me.

with nothing inside of me, but the green grass growing in my heart.

but the green grass growing in my heart, but the flower in my head.

spring.

but the sun shining through my skin.

a great sense of nothing.

hejhopp. vår ute, förkylningarna lever.

nya bilder kommer om någon vecka då jag hittar till en ny dator.