Vox Imports


Whispering crooning swooning City.
Bubble sized spaces for you and for me and little star sized punctures of bright shining dreams..
And the mournful in-between.
We'll collapse into each other like friends. But you know we're all alone. A cityful of satellites spun through lonesome skies.

Music shifts through large grey sadnesses. And all the words have flown.

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