Friday 1st April



Chocolade spring cascades in a radio waves waiting for elevators of
distractions. Sunlit ramp, clutching cereal bowl on the slip road
trying to find peace. Conversation Kevin on a bicycle stops to
catch up, reminisce, old times, new times moved on. Buds concealed
in winter wood wait. Hope eternal percolates in sap, bare avenues
between 70’s brutality – architecture. Radio romance, don’t get too
trippy it’ll trip you up, concrete’s no good for internet.


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