he stood there
the wind hurt his ears
the rain blew past him
the waves kept his feet wet
the surf frothed over him
he was wet
he didn't care
he had his headphones on
he heard the music from his distant youth
he was
see
I see a reflection in the window of a wine glass, a glass empty, perhaps someone had drunk blackcurrant juice out of it, a coffee machine. I see things.
sleep think
she sleeps, I think
she sleeps, I think that I think
want
do you want to be crazy, oh yes
do we want to be crazy, oh yes
do you want to be crazy, oh yes
we are of course crazy
we are of course absolutely crazy
yes and then?
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