The fugitive was not me, it was the one inside that would’t see

The adventure begins in an uprising
as a desperate echo of a request
refuses to give up
refuses to bandage the blisters
the sting of life’s welding flame flies
through the fireflies dance in the beginning.

Höga kusten
Nature and Landscapes
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