Electrobel

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Sometimes and some of those days
I wander through feathers with this man, mostlike and moisture meaninless of means/ a wisely silent and unhuman face, the eye the choice and the clicks of a lamb, whisperwhistleworthy, a dimedroning voice, a father in earth.

The organ hums, piano-on-voicerecorder, a bit of castrat-singing on the parochial mic (sorry for my theft, couldnt leave it..), toy glockenspiel and some coffs I didnt repress.
Pies Gurbah

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