24-04-2018

I had a walkman when I was a child, under my cushion I kept it esoteric. When the candles went out and no person could see over, the airwaves realm befell to me. I’d go for the channels till I found a contest, I knew how they acted by the sweetness of their signs. The clap of happiness, I appreciated how far I’d go and I followed it all on my walkman. On Friday evening when the air was clear a channel from chimera sometimes would develop, the sudden guitar harmonies along with the stars that sang.

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